The Prince of Deliria.
Tai Yang sighed and folded the flyer.
'If he doesn't come by the apartment later, I'll call him.' He thought, shoving it into his pocket. 'For now, let's run these errands before that lunatic wakes up. Ugh. Tai Yang, you're done for.' Tai Yang slumped and walked over to the bus stop. The old bus came to a halt next to him, letting out a loud, tortured creak. Tai Yang got on and went to sit near the back. Thankfully, he'd worn a hoodie, so he could hide his face from the other passengers(who'd probably seen his face on the poster and flyer-lined street).
'He probably won't wear anything that isn't of a godly quality. Thankfully, my lifestyle has been quite frugal all these years. I think I can get him a few good things…. Oh dear, but what about-'
"What are his dimensions?" The shop assistant asked. "Urm…" Tai Yang rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around the lavish-looking store he'd decided to go to.