Better to let Selphie scream outside, he didn't want to be around her when she raised her voice. Ichigo chose to shut up and move over to the racks where the brunette kid and the other two... people (?) were, looking around for something suitably decent to wear. Even after combing through the pretty limited selection of clothes available, he couldn't find anything. All those clothes looked like they belonged in some old Western movie, and he definitely wasn't wearing those. Worse come to worst, there was always his Shihakushou, but he didn't really know where he'd hide his real body.

... If it still worked that way, that is, in this weird new world.