[The friendly slap has him grinning his usual wry smile, lopsided thing that it can be.]

Why not match the rest of me? [In reference to his hair and his tattoos, and the color black. V's shirt is a v-neck (no pun necessary) with half-sleeves, fitting his form. His tattoos, as always, are visible black scrawling lines swirling down his arm, and around his neck.

He follows, slowly, only a step or two behind the other.]

I hadn't realized we were making this a shopping trip, too. Do you intend to wear me out before we reach the apartment?