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Long shook his head, unable to decide. It looked like he hadn't ever given this any thought.

"Nothing draws your eye a bit?" Rosen asked, narrowing down the choices a little.

After a little while longer, Long started to look less overwhelmed. Then he started to shake his head like he didn't want to choose.

"Okay then, shirts," he pulled up a few styles, "Any winners?" he asked, glancing at Long.

Long shook his head, starting to look more interesting in playing the video game some more than keep looking at clothes.

Rosen rolled his eyes a little before effortlessly switching back to the game, "Eventually you'll have to pick out some clothes for yourself," he warned Long, "No one's going to leave clothes at your doorstep around here. And you can't keep wearing James' clothing..." he added, motioning to the clothes Long was currently wearing, "Then Yue might fall for you and you'd have the richest man in the western hemisphere breathing down your neck."

Long frowned and even looked a little disgusted, not seeing how that could ever happen.

Rosen laughed out loud at his disgust.

Long didn't seem to get what was so funny, but he tried to focus back onto the game.

Rosen continued to be as challenging as ever as he laid back and relaxed.

Long still didn't seem to be improving as much. He started to tire of the game quickly, but he didn't complain.

"You know," Rosen stated after awhile,"You don't have to, you know, do whatever I say. It's almost no fun if you have no will of your own." Almost.

Long didn't quite seem to understand what Rosen meant. At least not yet.

"I'm not giving you orders, I'm trying to have some fun," Rosen tried again.

Long still seemed clueless.

Rosen sighed a little but was too lazy to be persistent, Long would eventually figure it out, right?

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"Hey Nic," Laurel asked over breakfast, "Can we do something fun today?"