Catch Up: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6791243/
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They had finished dumping the body by a well known predator territory and were now standing in front of a pile of clothes, per cured from lines outside of human houses.
His clothes were not "fashionable" or something and also covered in blood, which he could not argue.
He cocked his eyebrow, "Really? Those colors together?"
He looked skeptically at the clothes he was being handed.
"Is an alien, from outer space, complaining about my fashion sense," she asked incredulously.
"Yes and he's come through the fucking galaxy to tell you to get your shit together and learn to color coordinate," he said sourly.
"You don't have to be rude," she scoffed, taking back the items.
"Don't tell me how to live my life, Cassie," he replied, as he searched through the clothes.
He picked up a pair of off black, uh, leg..clothes and a top of electric blue to put over the bloody, but dry, weave.
She held up a pink pair of much smaller clothing.

"This goes underneath your pants, you put them on first."
He struggled to pull them on, wobbling dangerously to the left, and to the right.
"You know, it's considered a violation to see a human without clothing, without their permission," she said evenly.
He straightened up to look at her. "Sorry."
He took the pants to struggle those on too. They were tight.
"If it's any consolation, I promise to not use this information for evil."
"Huh. Thanks, I guess."
She watched him again, critically.
"You don't...sound like andalites we met before."
He pulled on his top.
"You're talking about our old outdated technology that struggles to accurately relate language to each other. So much like Aximili, his technology is weak and busted."
‘I thought you didn’t want to talk about Him,” she interrupted.
“Oh, I’ll talk about him as long as it’s to insult him, thank you.”
He paused.
"Or you may be referring to my own syntax," he continued, as he pulled on his top, "In which case comes differences come from region, class, and status, basically, not all andalites are the fucking same Cassie, you racist." He finished pulling the shirt down and grinned at her.
"I'm what one would refer to as, 'backwoods rifraff gutter trash'- Nice to meet you."
Cassie knitted her brows together. "I never considered there might be different classes with andalites." It's not very nice, were the unspoken words on her face. "Is that why you have such a different name, Bor'ij?"
He let an aggravated sigh, a Noticer and a Questioner. Probably a Listener as well. The worst.
"..."
"Yes."
He spread out his arms. "Am I acceptable to the human populace?"
"Hmm," she wrinkled her nose. "You need shoes, and maybe sunglasses to cover your face. I can't explain that I have a twin to people who know me. We'll hit the nearest thrift store."
She pulled his arm towards the little town infront of him.
Getting the needed items was easy. They were sitting right there. He took what he believed to be his size and left, putting the glasses to his face and leaning against the building to shove on his shoes.
Cassie caught him. "Did you pay for those?" She hissed.
He eyed her, "No."
"Bor'ij, you have to pay for things here," she insisted.
"No offense Cassie, but I'm from fucking space, I'm not here to participate in the futility of capitalism, or arbitrary rules that conflate with your cognitive dissonance so that you continue to hold onto tenuous grasps of right and wrong, I'm here to save your planet." He finished pulling on the shoes, and was at a loss to do with the laces.
He decided to tighten and knot them, putting the loose ends on the inside.
He straightened up and cocked his head at Cassie who was staring at him.
"I guess...we better get going...I gotta make a call. There's a cafe nearby."
A Cafe was a small space with humans and food smells. Humans talked queitly to themselves, sipping from small bowls.
"Sit down over there-" She pointed to a table with a booth. He obliged while she went off to make a call or whatever.
He settled down, watching his surroundings with interest. He reached up and squeezed his ear in an unobtrusive gesture. This unlocked the magnetic, tiny, discs that were clamped between his ear.
It remained unchanged and unobtrusive through morph to morph.