Who: Pierre and Gilbert
When: September 27th, late afternoon
Where: Costume Shop
What: Because Pierre may or may not want some new clothes~
There could only be one reason Pierre was here. He wanted---no, he needed a new coat. He was still awfully depressed about his favourite purple coat getting totally and utterly ruined, but he couldn't dwell on it any longer. It was sitting in his room, dirty and defiled. Pierre felt like murdering someone every time he even laid his eyes on it. That coat was designed and made especially for him. It was unbearably depressing to think he couldn't wear it anymore... not with that disgusting stain in the front... which Pierre could wash off maybe... if he had any remote idea how.
In any case, Pierre felt like the his only option was to get a new one---and to hell if he was going to a normal store even if they did had brand name clothing... which is exactly was Pierre was thinking as he walked into a costume shop he just happened to pass by.
((ooc; lame title is lame because I am lame with titles))