"Dude, I know what woods is." Kids. Seriously. Beat sighed and rolled on. So he was Eugene "Genes" Woods. What a name. At least it was better than what Beat had, but at the same time - wow. "You could go by Woods, if you wanted - it ain't a bad nickname. Sounds like you some kinda famous person then. But me? Nah. People call me Bitou and I expect some kinda yellin' to start after it. Teachers always did that in school wit' me. S'why I hated it so much."

He rolled up to the porch of the clothing shop and whipped around to a stop, hopping off the board and kicking it up into his waiting hands. "Aight, here we go. All the clothes you want an' it's all free."