{ ♛ } princess

     He purveys what the stand has to offer, and it just seems to be fried versions of various items, from fruits to vegetables, sweets, the like. Viridian flits over the price tag, and it doesn’t seem to cost too much, either, so he’s more than willing to sample a few.

"How about you tell me? You know more about this than me." Rolling her eyes as she pointed at the name tag to grasp his attention. The item was settled inside a cup, almost like funnel cake, but maybe it tasted like whatever they chose. "It's not that pricey but you could try it.. they have Pepsi.. Mountain Dew.." She wasn't that much into sodas as well, maybe she needed to enjoy more in life. Requesting one cup as she heard the other's voice, the female raised her brow at his comment.

Noticing that the other had headed towards a stand (which she had no choice but to notice from the fact at the connection of their hands, she gripped his own), she followed after to see what they would have available. Some of the items, she couldn't actually tell what it was but having been here for awhile, she's acquired some of the more common knowledge of how to get by. Now Severa had the body of a goddess and well, she knew what oreos were by now but having them fried, wouldn't that put on a few pounds on her end. Not her ass, if one was thinking.

     Rare it was that he found an opportunity to partake in — or to enjoy — festivals as commonplace as these, though much has changed in several months, he finds. The sector is alive with warm lights and the wafting scent of various food items all blending together in a surprisingly pleasing aroma. A soft laugh emits, before he presses his hand against hers, clearly intending to pull her along, if only for tonight. After all, festivities are more exciting when spent with other people, no?

     The night is dark, though everything is lit up rather nicely, with stalls lining the sides of the vicinity. Flocks of people move to and fro, flitting from stand to stand, and even from the entrance, he can reason out what items and activities that certain stalls hold. He then turns to the side, addressing the person next to him, who he’d managed to convince to follow along.

"Did I.." A hand raised as she tapped her chin lightly with her index finger, thinking if she had actually promised this. This was an every other time sort of thing, wasn't it. Which she didn't mind, it was how they worked and what was more beneficial for them. Lowering her hand, she looked up at the other and contemplated what all this could have been about, why a festival all of a sudden. She still didn't trust the caretakers of this city but she knew she wasn't going anywhere sometime soon.

     He lifts it off with one tug, resting the fabric lightly on his forehead as the scene unfolds before him, though at first, the primary reaction that it elicits from him is a raised eyebrow. To say that he wasn’t expecting something along the lines of a cake would be inaccurate, but one as large as this is not so feasible. His jaw drops, and he stares silently, eyes wide.

"That's not the main concern..! You have something more important to worry about." She signaling to the cake on the table. Time and effort placed into that creation and because of that, she was sure that he better had eaten every last piece and made sure none of it became had inedible. Some people weren't too fond of the icing that would well, become hard and the texture wasn't appealing if it felt like that. Seeing his surprise was enough for her, she deserved to see such a disbelief run across her features. 

     Slipping off of the couch, he does as she says, following the source of her voice. He knows his way around his own apartment well enough to refrain from bumping into the occasional coffee table or wall, even, though he slips up here and there, accompanying each toestub with an obligatory expletive. He’s curious, to see what she has in store for him, and while he rarely follows orders from just anyone, she should be flattered, from even his joke compliance.

Now, Severa would have to look back to see if he was following. There were some people who could hardly remember the certain things set within their house. If something was removed, would they notice it or go on with their daily lives in such a way. Though this was different since walls didn't move so seeing that he held a few slip ups was nice to see.

     Her demand surprises him, as he tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes, feigning contemplation upon his bare schedule. “Nah, I didn’t have anything planned today… But you were the one sitting on my couch, in case you don’t quite remember.” Despite his words, he doesn’t press her further; plus, there’s another situation that begs his attention.

"Cut it out, I'm not here to play around! This is serious." She stated, finally getting to her feet after believing that the temperature had calmed. Being imitated wasn't what she was looking for, but ah well, she wouldn't complain just yet. Walking so that she stood behind the couch, she could only frown that he was making her do all the work. Not like she didn't enjoy it, placing the fabric around his head and making sure to tie it so that he couldn't see anything else.

     He doesn’t mind that she invites herself into his apartment a few weeks later than the marked date itself; and the way she rustles and fidgets in an otherwise silent apartment indicates her presence, so it doesn’t take him that long to meet her in the living room, sitting next to her on the couch.

"Anyway. If you have plans, cancel. Your day is with me now." Her fingers tapping against her skin. "To spend that day with me should be filled with joy besides.. It's not like I want to be here." Maybe she did, well, she did or she would have no came in the first place.

     ”I’ll have to agree with you on that. This isn’t half-bad, girl.” He nods contently, lining his fingertips with the edges of his jacket and tugging forward, lightly adjusting its position on his shoulders. It was unlike any outfit he had seen; but then again, what time did one have to go looking for outfits when uniforms were the primary mode of dress? With a slight wink, he adds, “It might just be me making this whole outfit look better, you know.” Though, if he put to use what he’s found out about her since this brief trip, he assumes that she’ll deny it.

     And that was fine. He had all the time in the world, anyway.

     He laughs when she shoves him away, hastily setting his foot back to secure his footing against the ground so that he wouldn’t trip backwards. He leans against the doorframe of the changing room, aligning its upper arm against its surface. ”But I wanted to see that cute little reaction, Severa. How else was I supposed to drag it out of you?” 

     He’s come across people like this in his line of work all the time, the ones who overwork them expressions over the tiniest of things; they were usually the most irritating, and met their deaths most quickly. But he finds it impossible to associate her in this clump of people, and so, he refrains from doing so. How odd, for her to believe that the basis of his words was for clothes… ”Mmn, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m pretty good at picking out my own clothes, thank you.” His response is curt, and casual, as he dusts off a stray speck of dust from the black fabric of his sleeve.

At this moment, dealing with him would become trouble but it's not like she was scared of people like him. Hands on her hips as she took a step back, listening to his claim. She'd be ready to push him far away if need be if he was up to something but all he wanted was some time spent with her, maybe he should have thought about that before trying to gain a 'cute reaction;' in which she was displeased she allowed one to slip. A frown upon her features to show she wasn't the happiest person in the world because she wasn't, she was a bit irritated but when wasn't she? Tapping a hand on her side as she started thinking.

Dark hues stared down onto the other, wanting to catch a trace of maybe held back laughter or a sign to see if he was joking. One could tell a lot about a person by their actions and being a mercenary, in her field, she had to watch her opponent and dodge if there was a reaction that could end her life. Not many people would understand unless they were in her disposition, but all she needed was the Shepherds to agree and that was it. Everyone was like an enemy in a sense, now it was the fact of would she let this man be an ally or not.

     As much as he claims that surprise never gets the best of him, he is caught off-guard as she clasps his hand, and rather forcefully, too— as if she didn’t want to let go, and a strange mis-beat runs through his heart and courses through his veins, as he suddenly becomes all-too aware of his breathing— in, out, in, out— and his proximity to her. He takes a moment to recollect himself, and it is only for the briefest of seconds that he loses his composure— but he’s sure that she’s caught it.

     Eyes soften in their expression as he practically purrs, his gaze resting upon her hand. “Ah, how forward of you…” A thumb brushes over the back of her hand softly, as he hums, faintly, in contemplation; it is not within his intention to let her hand go, despite her back-up threats. He keeps his hand intertwined with hers the rest of the way there, even going through the liberty of swinging it gently. It isn’t very far to their local card store, where a variety of greeting cards are offered for perusal. His steps come to a halt, however, when he reaches the doorway.

"You know, there's no need talking about that at all. You're with me and I'm not going to listen to that the entire way." She could have just dragged him a long, but he did have such a big ego. It was a type of confidence not many people had so seeing that he knew what he wanted. Though, in her little actions, she was surprised to see that he didn't even take his hand away. The way he acted over such a small thing allowed the female to close her eyes, taking in how promising the event was for the moment. Even bringing a smile onto her features, only if it was just for a second; this was something she was taking in.

The stroke of his finger against her skin, to even moving their arms as they walked. She was almost sure that this had to be a joke, him.. allowing something like this? As much as she didn't find it embarrassing but listening to him did she speak up once more, "What.." She had to get her priorities in order, "No.. well someone had to be forward, there's no sense in just waiting for someone to make the first move, right?" Right. If she wanted to get something done, she had to do it herself. "Now don't go thinking anything!" Then again, what was he suppose to think? Nice going Severa, what a smoove move.

Once they had gotten to the entrance, at the moment that Proton had went about retracting his hand. At first, Severa hadn't actually budged to release him until realization hit her in the face showing that they had no need to hold each other's hands anymore. Truth be told, she really didn't want to let go but would she ever voice that, possibly not. It could have been because from how warm he was and things of that matter but her thoughts came to an end as he spoke to her, questioning on what was he suppose to do now. Was he truly asking someone who had no idea of modern times, well modern as this got. Taking in how he stated his request, genuine and such, "Do I have to do everything for you?" Sure, that could have came out way better but, she just couldn't allow it.

     He watches as she rummages through a rack of denim jeans, shoving away this from that, noting her satisfactory taste in fashion. As they were all of the slender sort (the baggier ones tended to fit rather loosely on his thin frame), he waits patiently until she finally unhooks a hanger from the overstuffed rack and hands it to him. And as she begins to inquire about a changing room, he places his hand lightly on her shoulder, murmuring that he’s already a step ahead of her, as he slips into a nearby empty changing room, expecting her to wait somewhere outside.

Now, as she thought about the situation they were in, the female with the click of her tongue, turned around to check something. The people that wandered back and forth within the store drowned out her curiosity, seeing who was with who and what people's choices were. It was a sad day when she noticed someone picking up a plaid shirt, oh, she was not so fond of that. Voices being heard as she turned to see who was calling out to her. The voice led her back towards the changing room, a cross of her arms before her as she leaned forward.

Was there a surprise, the way he hid behind the curtain, a brow raised as she finally came to a stop and at the exact same time did the curtain slowly drop down. What she was shown had taken her aback just a bit, it really did look good on him. Leaning up correctly and hands finding their way on her waist, "Well look at you." Her voice laced with a promising tone, liking what she was able to see. Even asking him to turn around to get a whole view of the outfit. "I don't want to say I've outdone myself but, this is the best I've ever seen."