Fresh Start

Silas seeking out a few things for Ace. Something a little less than fancy, but not ordinary. There were all sorts of things, but the ruthless training items went here? Perhaps the not scare away the pets? Good call.

Silas shifted until Ace was in his direct stare. A soft smile dressed his face. "Ah I see you fancy in the fuzziest collars. No worries, if it's what your desire, go on," he reminds him of his generous offer.

After clearing that up, Silas resumed looking through the things. He didn't think the child while actually run away. Where would he go? Attempt a runaway? Poor young thing.

Then, another question popped into his ears. He released one sigh, neither irked or annoyed, just bothered while he was busy. He didn't enjoy being interrupted while focused. He understood the child's curiousness.

Oh? Those weird attire. He had forgotten they even existed. For a moment he grimaces, walking over to the few. He heard the small gulp. Can't blame the child. A few fingers grappled the arm sleeve out, examining them.

"Uh, sorta? Could be for looks too," he throws another hypothesis out there. "I think they're honestly silly, and seem to infest the child's clothes." He releases the clothes. "Adult? I don't think they have it in your size," he whispers to Ace after crouching down to his level. His eight feet tall posture would frighten any human. Now masculine? Maybe not.

Little amusing, watching the variety of face expressions on Ace's face as he crossed girly, gemstone collars to boyish bright collars. Poor human wasn't aware that Silas had schemes with hair accessories. Not very much girlish, but colourful ones.

He smiles, gently removing it from Ace's small fingers. He brought it close, examining it, then darted his eyes down at Ace's. The child was correct, this certain shade brightened his eyes. After, he looped the unique collar around Ace's thumb.

"Yes, your mother was very right. We could gather more accessories in that shade," he confirms, walking back over, this time at the hair supplies.

He listened to the light huff, and smirks. Clearly the child felt safe from the disturbing attire. Little did he know, he wasn't completely lucky. He was going to he dressed in onesies at night, regardless where, mostly. He rises, moving to a higher rack.

His eyes shined at the few items that siezed his eyes. "Mm, nice, nice." He plucks it off the rack.

Trouble for not wearing a collar? Yes, he was right, but he didn't know another thing. Silently, he turns to face the little fella. "You can also have a chip implanted in, so you don't have to wear one. Well maybe not here in the states," he shrugged.

As if the poor child knowing his new fate to Silas. A hair piece was experientially placed in his hair by Silas. "Oh, maybe. I like this one."

Cold? possibly. His head shook, drawing the clip away, peering back down at Ace. "I can get you a few of them. I guess they had things. That was swift," he muffles. "Froze? unlikely. It's mostly humid."

Like his hair? Yes, but cute enough to place hair pieces? Nah. He'd do it to any human hair. Even the feral ones he's trained. He views humans more adorable with accessories in their hair. Like a little froo froo dog all dolled up. At times his pals he casually gambles with a question, and shake their head. The ones that only own ferals.

He warmly snickers, lowering the hair pieces downward. "Yes, I do like your hair color. But the reason why I'm decorating them in? No, no. I've done it to other humans," he casually explains, placing a few backs on the rack."Now that you're a child, I think it just might be more adorable."

Ah, so the little one had finally discovered Silas's true state of origin. Clever little fella. He smirks, returning the rest, but one. "I'm not from here, and I have been reminded that when I cross the line. Like recent, with a council member," he explains, walking to where he was seeking through the toys.

"Yes, it hurts, but that's what sedatives are for," he mentions, taking a few toys, and brought them closer. "You're not into toys, are you? I have a few you might be interested, even if they're for the rings," he offers, dropping the common toys.

He strolls over to the clothes, probably the kids' worse nightmare. His eyes scan across the limitless rack. He grabs a cyan blue robe with yellow stars. "Maybe?"

Where he originated? That was one subject he avoids expressing to others. In fact, he wasn't happy when others acknowledged it, primarily his close friends. He might be 'turned' down for his birth country. Apes in these times seem very picky, and slight racist.

Silas pretends a smile, disturbed by the topic. His large palm caresses Ace's head as if he was a genuine dog. "Mmm, let's switch to a different topic, okay?" He at first asks modestly, he doesn't like issues he doesn't enjoy to be forced. Dressing room? Silas didn't hesitate to act on that matter. "Yes, yes I'm sure it's in the back?" His eyes skip over to the backroom.

He snickers, rubbing his head, only this time playing with one strand of hair. "You're a human pup, of course, it's going to be kiddish," he apprises the obvious, looking back, down at Ace. "How about this," he shifts his hand," you go ask the shopkeeper here about the dressing room, while I gather a few extra things," he suggests but was likely an order.

Another chuckle escaped. "Oh, Ace, I'd thought you agree," he didn't feel like going in depth with the topic."Hey, hey, there's no reason to shake," he assures, stroking his head. "The vet?" He mutes. He had forgotten he might have to take him to the animal vet. "uh, didn't you see one after you arrive? I thought it was custom."

He bobs his head, leaning the clothes close down to Ace. "Yes, go on and do that."

Melody was confused, wondering why a human child was with an orangutan. She had to act like she didn't know about this new law. She secretly knew. Found it was awful. She had been watching the entire exchange quietly, not really butting into the conversation. Well, many humans shopped here with their owners.

"Hello?" She asked. "Welcome to Warrens."

Runaways?

So he was afraid he would run away. Dammit. He’d already been thinking about it honestly - a lot since they’d left and if this left him with a tracker he knew there would be no way of ever leaving. “What makes you think I’d run?” He asked honestly. Though he had a feeling he had no choice. “I mean I’ll do it. But maybe I wouldn’t run”

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He felt a little nervous as they stood in front of the cashier.

Instead of speaking he only waved a hello instead. Of course he did a twirl around like the ape asked, though he felt a little odd being appraised by cuteness and he knew it. “It’s definitely comfortable and airy,” he admitted very calmly. Before adding. “Hello miss.” To not seem rude.