"Aesthetics?" he repeated, at a loss. Did he even know what she meant by that? He didn\'t believe so but he guessed he could do as she suggested and... head to a store and look at lights while he waited for her to assess her stocks. It would probably screw with what her vision was - and he had complete faith in that vision, even though he didn\'t know for the details of it - but he could certainly look around and find things he liked.
After agreeing and getting directions to where she wished to meet him (for he still didn\'t have a clue what was where in this city - except for the nightclub named Risk), he waved her off and jogged inside the house, locking the front door behind him. He then located his wallet, keys and phone, before pulling on his new leather riding jacket and heading to the garage.
His other new purchase lived here; a sleek example of the finest sport motorbike money could buy - in a vibrant shade of metallic blue. He and Reed has always said that if ever they bought a bike it would be this one and... truthfully, he\'d bought it with his friend in mind, anticipating that he\'d use it to pick him up from the airport, at some point in the not-too-distant future. The matching helmet on the shelf beside his - identical in design but its highlights were yellow, rather than blue... and it was also Reed\'s skull size - attested to this fact.
He zipped up his jacket carefully, uneffected by the fact that the extra padding on the arms made his shoulders look exceptionally broad and the form-fitting waist rode his hips so snugly that his waist looked impossibly narrow. It was predominantly black in colour, with some blue lining and mesh panels for highlighting, sporting a high collar and many clips to hold the bits that closed - like the lapel that covered the zip - down in the face of strong, oncoming wind. When he rode, the wind was always strong in coming at him, for he wasn\'t nearly as concerned with speed limits as he should have been.
He left the garage very quickly after Nimm had exited the driveway, the automatic garage door rolling quietly closed behind him. He was at the hardware store she\'d directed him to in another two minutes, parking near the front entrance, switching off the bike and carrying his helmet with him. As he walked into the enormous, warehouse-like building, his pace slowed considerably, his hand preoccupied with unclipping the snap over his throat and lowering his jacket\'s zip a little.
Holy fuck, he hadn\'t expected anything like what he was seeing. The store seemed to have everything from screwdrivers to sand... and all that might reside in between! As well as that boded for his choice of potential lighting fixtures, it didn\'t look promising for his finding his way around in any kind of efficient manner. He therefore latched onto the first person he saw - a bored-looking middle aged woman who seemed to be stationed near the entranceway purely to greet and farewell customers - and asked for directions. He didn\'t really care that he\'d interrupted her welcome speech, or that he got a frown of disapproval for his efforts, because she still told him where to go (to find lights).
Once there, he meandered his way around the entire lighting department with his hand hooked through the visor section of his helmet, trying to imagine every kind of bulb or cover in various rooms of his house. He was impressed that they had neon lights. He liked neon, though supposed it would look tacky in his bedroom (still, he entertained the thought of something pink and flashy pointing towards his bed just because he couldn\'t contain his glee at the thought of it), and eventually forced himself to wander on.
Despite his subliminal desire for gaudy, he knew that the house would have to be presented in the best taste possible for it to really impress, so he\'d definitely decided on the sleekest style of lights in teh store by the time Nimm had arrived. They happened to be the most expensive, but that didn\'t faze him. He was bent over, inspecting one such display of recessed lights designed to be installed in multiples into a ceiling, when he heard her speak. He straightened and looked at her, sporting a charming smile that proved he was glad to see her again. He really was out of his depth.