[ Yes he is and already has. But Allen gives a small huff at that answer, and pushes a coat and one of the pairs of boots into his arms in response. Winded? Yeah, but he deals with it well. He's used to running from debt collectors after all. And bullets. And the Noah. And the Order... ]

You need them to blend in. [ Also you didn't say that the ground wouldn't hurt your feet!! You're walking around in your socks, stupid!! But let's stick with the point he's less likely to argue, Allen really doesn't want to argue. He's actually fretting and wants to check on him too as soon as they have a place secured now that he has the money for that.

Also don't worry, he didn't take their socks! That'd also be cruel. Also, who wants to wear another person's stinky socks. Ew. ...Not that he's keen on the shoes and will definitely be airing them out later, but their feet need protection if they're going to be walking around a lot... Speaking of, presuming Shouto takes them and the coat and Allen's not giving him a lot of choice by basically dropping them unceremoniously into his arms, he bends to wiggle on and start lacing up his own. He wiggles his toes a bit to test the fit, frowning lightly. ]

It's poker. [ He gives a small hum, shifting the boot to fix the fit before continuing to lace it. ] People bet with whatever they have on them or are wearing if they don't have the money.

They underestimated me, so this happened.

[ Said so normally, like he does this every day. ]