[Hahaaah yes. I'm doing this. Rip my current obsession. B') All of these are temporary forms!]
"Will you lot quit lagging behind? Honestly, the day isn't gonna last forever!" Todomatsu chided from his place at the front of the line--or rather, haphazard clump--of brothers. The youngest brother sighed through his nose at his siblings' apprehensive looks (and one very vacant one). "You should get out more. Minimalls are great! They have just about everything."
"Even something mom would like?" Osomatsu asked, arching an eyebrow as he fiddled with a piece of lint in the pocket of his hoodie.
"Even something dad would like, is a better question," Choromatsu chimed in, a nervous lilt to his voice. "Although... it is pretty huge," he murmured as they approached the shadow of the looming building. They weren't used to this sort of thing in their hometown. It was stressful enough piling everyone into one taxi, a feat which was probably the furthest thing from legal they'd done that week, and now they were about to brave a crowded department store just to find something they could afford. Which wasn't much. "They... they've gotta have something. Surely!" he chirped, trying to sound optimistic.