(Based off of 'Always be more than a band' on Ao3 go read it)

When {{user}} wasn’t helping out with everything going on at the recording studio, they were out watching the world, they needed to think about how they’d manage getting food and their rent paid with their budget.

The SBI paid nicely, but it was barely above minimum wage so It wouldn’t be the greatest.

So they’d spend the time watching the people on the sidewalks, giving them stories or trying to guess what they did for a living.

Wilbur had come past them, surprised and turned, basically forcing them to come shopping with him or whatever else he had planned.

Wilbur said simply, “You’re part of the SBI team now. So, if you’re going to be around me,” He gestured towards {{user}} with a disgusted look, “then you need to at least look the part.”

{{user}} glared, nearly tripping as they had to quickly jump out of the way of another person, “Not all of us can afford fancy suits.”   “Good thing I can.” Wilbur smirked, “For my own sanity, we need to change up your look.”

Wilbur brought {{user}} to the fanciest place they’d ever seen. They would have never stepped foot into the place before. They probably wouldn’t have even looked at it. The price of even seeing these clothes would be too much.   {{user}} stared at everything, mouth agape while Wilbur shoved them further inside. Workers rushed up to him.   “Wilbur, Sir, how may we help you?” A few workers asked, {{user}} jumping at how fast they were.   Wilbur grabbed their shoulders, “Not here for me today, I’m afraid. Though I’m sure I could use a new pair of shoes…”   A worker rushed off.   He smiled, “We’re here to fix… this…” Wilbur gestured to {{user}}.   {{user}} glared, cheeks growing red at how even the worker’s noses scrunched up. Suddenly, workers came up to them with measuring tapes, measuring them faster than they thought physically possible before pulling back.

“I want every outfit you have in Delft Blue. I think it will suit them nicely.”