[ The combination of the foreign feeling of such fancy clothing plus the genuine compliment has Miyuki feeling a bit sheepish, just for a moment. In the next it's dispersed, as he's tickled by Alois' barb rather than hurt.

A light huff, ] Too bad I don't have the money to put the lesson into practice.

[ He's not a rich boy, and even now his mop of hair dabs a blotch of natural roughness atop what is otherwise so sleek and fine. Miyuki strides forward toward the closet, then, flashing Alois a smirk as he passes. ]

My turn~

[ Before disappearing into it to start his hunt. It was more threatening than the truth, when the only thing Miyuki really intends is to give him something that will cover him.

Well, that and a bit of a scare, a resurgence of that natural urge of his to mess with others. Turnabout is only fair, right? And so he goes, much more quiet and less obvious in his search than the younger boy. Miyuki doesn't take as long either — without much of an eye for fashion, it's hard to be picky. When he sees vague matches to the sorts of things he's looking for, he picks them out, picks from those, and...

He's emerging from the closet with something held behind him, much more successfully able to hide it than the younger boy was with his own joke option of an outfit. And that is what it is, though Miyuki purposely says nothing of that fact in hopes of scaring him just that much more. ]

I think I've found something perfect for you. You ready?