[ The clothes she'd shed, the ones she hadn't, and a toilet paper roll all accompany her from the bathroom to her bedroom. Once changed into what Aki would probably, finally, consider proper pajama attire, Denji's sat on the ground rubbing away the makeup from under her eyes with a folded square of tissue she'd spat into. A little regretful to see everything scrubbed off so soon after its application, after asking Aki to do her the favor of showing her the ropes. And then watching her follow through with more commitment than something like this should have warranted.

…What if she promised to take on trash duty? Would she do her makeup again for her actual date, then? Oh, but, wait, shouldn't she actually pay her back for this time before thinking about negotiating a next time? Maybe double trash duty, since she let her try on her clothes?

Hm… Nngh… Mmm…

Aki's voice snaps Denji out of her furious contemplation. On all fours, her head peeks out from the door. ]

I don't waste my money! [ Her head ducks down, one sleeve of her shirt slipping lopsidedly from her shoulder with the movement. ] …It's just hard finding the right, uh, fit. 'sides, I'm still growing, right? Don'tcha think I should wait to get better stuff 'til I'm, like, all the way filled out?