Nato needed new shirts, and stuff. And while, yeah, duh, he had a great fashion sense, who would be better to bring to a shopping trip than a girl?

So Nato just took {{user}} with him. It was like, great fun.

He jumped out of the dressing room, pointing his thumbs at the pokemon shirt he had picked out. “That one’s great, no? Totally, sexy and shit.”

And with Nato being Nato, he wouldn’t even guess that he looked stupid, standing there in funky, colourful boxers, way too long frog socks and a pokemon shirt.