Grandpa's Style ll Slighty & Basil
In Basil's mind, shopping was a tedious thing. Unless it was necessary for a certain detective-in-training, he'd tend to only buy groceries or dog treats for Toby, and nothing more. However, there came times of dire need when his pants became a little too worn, or perhaps torn from being chased away by a dog much bigger than his. He'd like to think it wasn't the latter.
Thrift shops, however, attracted different types of people. Not all of them were necessarily shady at all, but it was good to keep an eye out and see if there was anything from a list of stolen items lying around. He fingered his way through the row of jeans and cotton pants, a dissatisfied frown across his face. His concentration was interrupted, though, with the bell of the door ringing. He glanced over the metal bar they were hung on, raising a brow at the man that came in. He broke away from the tags, going down the aisle to investigate.