In good news, Carlisle finds that the "Hot Topic" doesn't have the undead infestation the Whole Foods (which seems to have gone missing) did. In better news, it has clothing; despite the practicality of his outfit, Carlisle has to wash it every now and then (as one does with clothing) it's because he's gotten ink on it, or he's been tossed into a watery hallway, or it's just generally dirty from day-to-day wear. Unwilling to let most see what's beneath his many layers, this means using the washing machines when no one is around, and even then, he spends the whole time paranoid someone will see his ruined face.

Having additional sets of clothing would solve that problem, but that's where the unfortunate news comes in: there is neither anything appealing, nor appropriate in the Hot Topic. What masks they have don't cover enough skin, and the tunics are all... decorated. He'll have to make some alterations, but it beats nothing. Well, almost beats nothing -- he's not sure he would ever consider a garment that seems to mock his tragic existence.

With a sigh, he glances over his shoulder at the only other person who decided to brave the journey to the store today, disgust carved into his brow as he sets the sweater aside and surveys the design on the shirt. "Obvious? Obviously what?"

The only thing obvious is that he probably comes from a world without takeout, and likely doesn't get the joke.