“Hey, check it out!” Raihan swivelled to face his shopping companion, “I clean up pretty nicely, don’t you think?” He flashed an easy-going grin, cocking his head to the side as he adjusted the cuffs, “You’ve gotta admit, I look good in a suit.”

Shopping in Wyndon with Hammerlocke Stadium’s Gym Leader was always a fun and eventful affair; Raihan hardly shied away from trying any and all of the new apparel that hit the racks.

It was common for him to treat the dressing room of each store they visited like his own personal runway, flinging the heavy curtain aside and striding around like a preening peacock—much to the amusement of the staff.

Of course, he would typically end up encouraging his chaperone to join him in this endeavour.

“Are you going to try on anything here?” Raihan inquired nonchalantly, leaning against the dressing cubicle, as he pushed up the frames perched on his sharp nose bridge, “Or do you want to check out the next place?”