She then hands them the black Nikes that end at his mid-calf, walking off to throw his old socks away.

He puts them on, still embarrassed.

James then grabs another bag, tossing jackets and a coat on the bed. "Why so many jackets?!" He exclaims. Holly comes back in, standing beside Tirou, "I didn't want him to be cold when he went outside." She shrugs.

He stares at the ground quietly.

James rolls his eyes, hanging the jackets and coat up in another closet. Holly silently looks out the window as Brook comes in and snaps her fingers, all the trash dissolving into the air. "Stop being so messy James!" She sighs, sitting on Tirou's bed and looking at Tirou.

He stands awkwardly to the side, not saying anything. The rest of his clothes aren't much cleaner than his socks.

"Guys, let him get dressed!" Holly suddenly says, grabbing a black shirt with the Nike logo in the middle and setting it on the bed. She then grabs some black basketball shorts, setting them over the shirt. She grabs the black Nikes, setting them on the carpeted floor. She walks out with Brook and James, shutting the door behind her.

After a few minutes he comes out, now dressed in the new clothes.

Holly is the first to notice him, dropping her sketch pad and pencil as she stares at him. James then looks behind his shoulder, nodding his approval and smirking. Brook looks behind her shoulder as well, blushing before looking back at her phone. "You look great!" Holly says, discarding her drawing and jumping up, running over to him and hugging him happily.

He smiles awkwardly. "Thanks."