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Eventually, you got him to let you down so you could shrug on a coat and some warmer pants. He looked so excited and you just really questioned why.
You hated shopping. It was always fun to think about but then the things that fit you were all terrible or there was little of them. But then again there was always that one really good find that you would wear almost everyday until it was just rags.
But maybe you could enjoy this trip, you weren't shopping for you after all.
you drove to the mall with the hetaloid and he seemed very happy with himself. You were still just a little bit uncomfortable with him in the car too, you could feel him staring over occasionally.
You parked, got out, and got your parking pass in silence and took him up to the shops.
"Okay... you. How much money do you have anyway?" You asked. "And I don't think I ever got your name." You said and tilted your head to the side. It was a little rude of you but it was fair enough when you were still getting over the 'he's in my house' thing.
"My name is Ivan. Pleasure to meet you." He took your hand and shook it.
"I'm (name) but you seem to know that already." He laughed but didn't answer. "Anyways, back to money. I'm not buying you anything."
"No, its okay I have my own." He pulled out a card with the same company logo that seemed to follow him.
You stared at it wearily, "well how much is on there Ivan."
He looked it over and shrugged, "enough to make you happy?"
You went quiet. Something was wrong with all of this and you couldn't get that out of your head.
----
You came to a men's clothing store. It seemed appropriate. You opened the door for Ivan but it didn't look like he wanted to come in. So you reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
You blush to think about how big and warm his hands were. He held yours tight but gently and wouldn't let go.
Which made you feel a little weird inside. But a good weird.
So while he was looking around, you found a sales person to help you get him the things he would need, because honestly, how much did you know about men's clothes? The salesman and you walked calmly over to Ivan and got a general idea of what he was looking for and what he would need. Ivan didn't seem to like the guy, whether it was just general mistrust or how the guy seemed to smile at you you didn't know. Though it wasn't like his smile was anything more than work appropriate.
You and Ivan walked around together while he got a dressing room ready. It was cute the way Ivan would take every suggestion you gave him and every piece of clothing you even looked at he had to try on. The guy never move more than two feet from you which really got a little awkward at times.
Eventually you pushed him into a dressing room to have him go through the mountain of clothes he had collected.
Which took well over an hour to do.
Everything he tried he had to poke his head out and see if you liked it. Which of course you did. His body was gorgeous, what could you say? He was so tall with a broad chest and a lovely amount of muscle build.
He seemed to bask in every amount of praise you gave to him even if it was just a nod or a simple "that looks nice."
You really wanted him to try on shorts though, just to see how pale his legs would be but you saved it for another time.
----
After a long two and a half hours of getting Ivan clothes, you were exhausted. And slightly amazed that he really was able to pay for all the clothes like he said he would.
You trudged back out of the store, Ivan offering to carry you many times, and all you wanted was a nice hot bath and a nap.
"(n-name)!" you hear from behind you, "hey (name)! it's me, (friends name)!"
You perk up when you hear the voice and look around for her. She runs at you and gives you a big hug from the side.
Ivan stands quietly off to the side, taking note of the girl.
"I'm so glad i caught you! i have someone for you to meet!" she chirps and runs back into the crowd. She comes back a moment later, a tall blonde man with a soda in his hand trailing after her.
She stands him in front of you, "introduce yourself!" she cheers and nudges him forward.
He holds out his hand with a wide smile, "sup dudette. My names Alfred, what's yours cutie?"
You hated shopping. It was always fun to think about but then the things that fit you were all terrible or there was little of them. But then again there was always that one really good find that you would wear almost everyday until it was just rags.
But maybe you could enjoy this trip, you weren't shopping for you after all.
you drove to the mall with the hetaloid and he seemed very happy with himself. You were still just a little bit uncomfortable with him in the car too, you could feel him staring over occasionally.
You parked, got out, and got your parking pass in silence and took him up to the shops.
"Okay... you. How much money do you have anyway?" You asked. "And I don't think I ever got your name." You said and tilted your head to the side. It was a little rude of you but it was fair enough when you were still getting over the 'he's in my house' thing.
"My name is Ivan. Pleasure to meet you." He took your hand and shook it.
"I'm (name) but you seem to know that already." He laughed but didn't answer. "Anyways, back to money. I'm not buying you anything."
"No, its okay I have my own." He pulled out a card with the same company logo that seemed to follow him.
You stared at it wearily, "well how much is on there Ivan."
He looked it over and shrugged, "enough to make you happy?"
You went quiet. Something was wrong with all of this and you couldn't get that out of your head.
----
You came to a men's clothing store. It seemed appropriate. You opened the door for Ivan but it didn't look like he wanted to come in. So you reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
You blush to think about how big and warm his hands were. He held yours tight but gently and wouldn't let go.
Which made you feel a little weird inside. But a good weird.
So while he was looking around, you found a sales person to help you get him the things he would need, because honestly, how much did you know about men's clothes? The salesman and you walked calmly over to Ivan and got a general idea of what he was looking for and what he would need. Ivan didn't seem to like the guy, whether it was just general mistrust or how the guy seemed to smile at you you didn't know. Though it wasn't like his smile was anything more than work appropriate.
You and Ivan walked around together while he got a dressing room ready. It was cute the way Ivan would take every suggestion you gave him and every piece of clothing you even looked at he had to try on. The guy never move more than two feet from you which really got a little awkward at times.
Eventually you pushed him into a dressing room to have him go through the mountain of clothes he had collected.
Which took well over an hour to do.
Everything he tried he had to poke his head out and see if you liked it. Which of course you did. His body was gorgeous, what could you say? He was so tall with a broad chest and a lovely amount of muscle build.
He seemed to bask in every amount of praise you gave to him even if it was just a nod or a simple "that looks nice."
You really wanted him to try on shorts though, just to see how pale his legs would be but you saved it for another time.
----
After a long two and a half hours of getting Ivan clothes, you were exhausted. And slightly amazed that he really was able to pay for all the clothes like he said he would.
You trudged back out of the store, Ivan offering to carry you many times, and all you wanted was a nice hot bath and a nap.
"(n-name)!" you hear from behind you, "hey (name)! it's me, (friends name)!"
You perk up when you hear the voice and look around for her. She runs at you and gives you a big hug from the side.
Ivan stands quietly off to the side, taking note of the girl.
"I'm so glad i caught you! i have someone for you to meet!" she chirps and runs back into the crowd. She comes back a moment later, a tall blonde man with a soda in his hand trailing after her.
She stands him in front of you, "introduce yourself!" she cheers and nudges him forward.
He holds out his hand with a wide smile, "sup dudette. My names Alfred, what's yours cutie?"
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!carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the government decided that the best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00 am she creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other people on this site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn’t.