Shopping in a Glaring World

Cyzarine nodded. "I understand. I got taught to avoid getting people mad at all costs." she shrugged. "I guess I can sorta relate. Besides," she added with a small smile. "I've stolen some stuff too. Though it was mostly from Garland." She kissed his cheek gently. "You're forgiven."

Demyx smiled. "Thanks." He handed her the hairbrush. "If it makes you feel better, I've never been caught."

Cyzarine chuckled quietly. "Let's get back to shopping." she replied, her tone firm although her smile showed she wasn't angry with him.

Demyx smiled and nodded. "What else to we need?"

CYzarine thought. "Umm...a crib? It's probably easier than her sharing with us."

Demyx nodded. "Sounds like a plan." He paused. "I need a new pair of jeans."

Cyzarine giggled and nodded. "Okay. You want to get them first?"

Demyx paused. "It's ok, you go get the crib and I'll catch up."

Cyzarine smiled and nodded. "Okay. C'mon Rosie." she murmured, walking off towards the store.

Demyx bit his lip a little, he was sure if he should steal these jeans- it clearly upset Cyzarine...Then again..
He sighed and walked into the store.

Cyzarine hummed quietly as she entered the shop, smiling when she spotted the area she wanted.

Demyx picked up a pair of black jeans and slipped into the changing rooms, slipping off his old jeans and sliding the new ones on.

Cyzarine blinked as a sales assistant tapped her on the shoulder, before smiling.
"Can I help you, miss?"

Demyx removed the tags and security lables from the jeans before slipping his old jeans over the top and walking out.

Cyzarine nodded. "I'm looking for a crib. But...not too high in price. Think you can help me?"

Demyx walked out, smirking as no alarms went off.

Cyzarine smiled and thanked the shop assistant, dragging the box of crib parts over to the checkout to pay.

Demyx entered the store and smiled at Cyzarine. "Hey."

Cyzarine smiled back. "Hey! Oh, can you hold Rose while I pay?" she giggled. "Only I don't have enough arms."

Demyx nodded and took Rose from her. "You got enough money?"

Cyzarine nodded. "Just about. You get your jeans okay?" she asked, frowning. "I don't see a bag."

Demyx shrugged. "I put 'em on."

Cyzarine frowned. "But...those are your old jeans..."

Demyx smiled. "Underneath."

Cyzarine frowned. "But..." her shoulders slumped as she realised what he meant, and she lowered her gaze sadly. "Oh. Nevermind." she moved back towards the checkout.