The Shopping Mall

[By Bi Blitz]

Stepped back outside after Virgil had affirmed where they would be meeting or at least a general area. Thankfully the big guy wasn't too hard to pick out of a crowd so he wasn't too worried about losing him. He would stop in the back of the truck and placed the box with their leftover food there and began to walk back to the mall without incident. He stopped for a moment to let a few cars pass by before then heading back inside of the building. The Hispanic would then begin making his way to the other half of the mall where all the different clothing stores were located. He had to admit that it was interesting to see what type of stores were present and along the way he found his carrier, thankful that he at least knew where to go to once Virgil was done with his shopping. Getting a new phone would be pretty damn nice. With that he continued on, looking at each of the stores to make sure Virgil didn't wander into any of them, he would stop for a moment when he saw the scantily clad women on the signs of the woman's lingerie store, never failed to catch a straight or bi man's attention no doubt. He would continue on though as he knew there was no way in hell Virgil would ever step foot in there. As he continued walking Marcel swore he saw Virgil just stepping into a department store, that seemed very much like him no doubt and honestly Marcel would have chosen that place as well. All these other clothing stores were for young people who had no qualms paying a hundred dollars on a fancy pair of jeans, no thank you. Soon enough Marcel would walk into the store in hot pursuit of Virgil, bee lining it to the men's department. Once he finally had Virgil in sight he would approach the other man from behind before placing his hands on his hips and pressing against the other man a bit "So glad you're an easy one to spot" the Hispanic casually dropped as the shorter man grinned up at the other for a second before releasing the other man and walked around to grab a simple black t-shirt that caught his eye. On the front of it there was a pair of yellow eyes on it with the phrase 'Release the Beast' on the front "This was practically made for you! Don't you think so?" he asked with an amused grin, he actually did like the shirt a bit and thought Virgil might get a kick out of it at least.



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[prince charmIess]

Finding the men's clothing was the easy part. The problem was that he didn't know where to start, it was a bigger selection than he thought there would be. Way bigger. Starting with somewhere practical would be the best bet, he guessed, so after a brief moment of looking around he went to the look at the jackets displayed on one wall. It would be getting cold eventually as the year progressed, and he could remember the near frigid temperatures from when he'd first arrived. Virgil hadn't been standing there for long when he felt someone grabbing onto him from behind. The motion had him instantly tensing and growling in warning although the fierce sound all too soon melted into a selfish murr once he realized who it was. The one person he would allow to press against him from behind like that. He looked back over a shoulder at Marcel with a grin as he lightly pushed back into the embrace. Yeah, he had no qualms with being held like this. His eyes rolled at the comment, not needing to be reminded of his height. Being taller than most average people wasn't something he exactly was comfortable with to this day. His attention drifted back to the jackets, grabbing a zip-up hoodie lined with faux gray fur in a size one bigger than he needed. A black one, of course, because he might as well be allergic to anything colorful. ”Huh?” He glanced over when he heard him calling out. A snort of laughter left him once he read the print. The message was ironic even if they were the only two that got it. ”Seems so. I like it…hold onto it for me?” A grin was given as he joined him to look at the other t-shirts. A lot of graphic designs from comic book characters to mythical beasties. Nothing the gruff man wanted to wear to say the least. Though he did find the plain v-neck shirts. There wasn't a neutral tone among them and, for some reason, his attention was drawn to a weird purplish blue one. He took it off the rack and looked at it before holding it up a bit. ”What about this?” Virgil couldn't believed he had asked for his opinion. But it did seem a little pointless to buy clothes that the Hispanic wouldn't think looked good on him. He might already have his affections, but that didn't mean he was going to give up on trying to be attractive to him.

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That growling had such a way of getting Marcel's gears turning. He wasn't put off at first and his grip had only tightened when he became much more relaxed once he realized who it was holding him. He could only imagine what would happen if it was a stranger who was looking for a quickie or something along those lines. To any other person who wasn't Marcel he could only imagine how off put they would be to the growling giant. But that didn't matter as the two began their little time shopping for Virgil. The Hispanic smirked a bit and nodded his head when Virgil agreed and liked the shirt, wanting him to hold onto it. A good find in his opinion. Marcel would then pause in his actions when Virgil held up a nice looking V-neck. Marcel would then walk away from the rack he was going through and approached Virgil, taking it from his hands for a moment and holding up against Virgil's torso and stared for a moment before nodding his head "Good choice, looks nice on you Querido" he complimented before putting the v-neck over his arm along with the t-shirt he picked out. He would then look at the others and smirked a little bit "You know I think some color would look good on you...maybe this pink one to match your collar" he commented as the small smirk began to grow a little bit as he threw a small wink at the other. Marcel would leave it up to Virgil as he would pause for a moment and walked behind Virgil "Don't move for a second" with his free hand Marcel would reach out and pull on the back of Virgil's pants as he craned his neck to get a look at the size of them before nodding his head a little bit before releasing it "Alright, I'll go pick out some jeans and you can finish up picking out different shirts you want" he figured a divide and conquer strategy would work out best, especially considering the fact that jeans were pretty much the easiest thing to pick out since there were very little variations "Once this is all done you'll have to try them on in the fitting room so we don't have to return anything later" while he wouldn't mind it, Marcel was still not too keen on making a return trip tomorrow just because something didn't fit well on the larger man. With that he'd move an aisle down and begin to go through the different style of jeans, choosing to stick with things that were most comfortable instead of anything stylish looking. Lord knows Virgil wouldn't give a s**t if it looked fashionable.



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[prince charmIess]

The lycan blinked in slight confusion as he held perfectly still while the shirt was held against him. A trick he’d never known before as simple as it was. He was a tad relieved when Marcel approved and added it to the small collection they’d started. One less thing to get by his was of thinking. Virgil snorted softly at the suggestion that he should get one in pink. To match his collar, of all freaking things. Sometimes, it was difficult to tell if the Hispanic was messing with him or not. He didn’t let that stop him from grabbing it and draping it over his own arm along with the hoodie though. His brows furrowed somewhat when the other grabbed onto his waistband from behind. ”I hardly think this is th’ place t’be lookin’ at my a**.” He deadpanned, turning to face him once he was free to do so. His lips pulled into a small smile as the other to go look through the jeans for him. ”Erm, boot cut...nothin’ crazy.” That was it as for as design went for him. Straight legged jeans were for dorks and skinny jeans were something he would rather not bother with. Ever. The brute wrinkled his nose. Trying on clothes while in the store was such a pain in the a** though! To someone who liked their privacy and now had to suffer with a fear of small spaces on top of it. But Virgil wasn’t going to try to argue with him and only nodded. ”I won’t be t’much longer. I’ll meet ya over by th’ dressin’ rooms...” He would reassure, convinced that the store couldn’t have a lot more to offer. Until he went to browse through their button-downs and saw the selection. He picked a couple out of long sleeved ones in different colors, a flannel one and a half-button in a dark blue with a silver tribal wolf design along one side of it. So much for being a guy that didn’t want a whole lot of clothes. Leave it to him to think that a week’s worth was a lot. Satisfied with what he had found, he went to the dressing rooms. He looked around for Marcel once he was there and resigned to wait when he didn't see him around. A minute came and went, the big guy shifting his weight as he looked at the row of rooms like they were a firing squad there to take him out. Going ahead and getting the process started would save them some time, but he was highly reluctant to go in without his companion around.

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The time spent looking through the jeans took a bit longer than he thought, finding jeans that were that specific size was turning out to be a bit of a pain in the a**. But none the less the Hispanic would continue looking through every pair, boot cut of course as Virgil requested. As he continued searching he would hear Virgil and nodded his head at the other man "All right Querido. I'll be there soon" unfortunately a few seconds after he left for the dressing room, Marcel had the displeasure of having an employee pester him about needing help. He didn't blame the poor kid though, he could see a manager watching from the corner of his eye. They probably had some trouble with their customer service or something and was now being forced to do this if the forced smile on their face was anything to go by. Marcel would sigh as he shook his head "Kid stop pretending, if you hate this job just quit. There are so many more" the teenager sighed and nodded their head before trudging back to the manger and they...proceeded to spit in the managers face and quit. Not what he said but OK. Whatever worked. Now that his good deed was done for the day the Hispanic would make his way to the dressing rooms where he now had the fun time of trying to figure out where Virgil was. However it didn't take long as he found the other man with his eyes wound shut and the door cracked open. Yeah, something was wrong "Virgil, are you OK?" he would ask, stepping into the dressing room and closing the door behind him. Placing the clothes down onto the bench, Marcel would grab onto Virgil's arm with a look of concern "You look like you've just seen a ghost" he commented before rubbing the man's arm in a circular motion, hoping to relax the other man as best as he could.



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Virgil couldn’t help but think of an article he had read once on how therapists help their patients get over their phobias by giving them no choice than to face their fears. He could say with confidence that would kill anyone that tried it with him and yet...he was pretty much doing it to himself. As if being locked up would really help him any. His heart already felt like it was going to give out and he was free to walk out here so he could only imagine how bad it would really be if he couldn’t. He managed try on a couple of the shirts, briefly cracking open an eye to check himself out in the mirror when he put on the v-neck. He had to give his lover some credit, he seemed to know what he was talking about as far as the color went. It was set off to the side after he’d removed it and grabbed the next of its hanger. Virgil’s movements froze when he heard him talking although he soon flinched as his arm was grabbed. His breathing hitched as his back brushed against the wall when he stepped back to give him some space. Why the room have to be so gods damn tiny?! ”I’m fine…” The brute cleared his throat and opened his eyes to looked down while he willed his voice not to sound so strained. ”Now that you’re ‘ere…” Glancing back to Marcel, he offer a halfhearted grin. It was all he could manage at the moment. Clearly, he wasn’t. That green gaze shifted downward again. ”Heh, I kinda feel like I saw my own ghost right now…”He muttered underneath his breath, soon rubbing his tongue against his upper canine while he concentrated on unbuttoning the flannel in his hands. Being touched by the veteran did help him somewhat, enough that his hands weren’t shaking as badly as they were before. ”Bein’ indoors is...hard these days after everythin’ they’ve done t’me.” Virgil began to explain as he pulled away from his touch to try on the shirt. ”Th’ smaller th’ space, th’ more trapped I feel.” One reason why he was always so on guard when they were out and kept an eye on the exits. ”Drinkin’ helps as ya know...” Though he was finally, if not slowly, starting to understand that always being drunk was no way to live, that life could be enjoyed just as much while sober. The flannel would be added to the growing pile of those that fit him. His eyes met Marcel’s again and reached out for his hand, but it wasn’t enough. Both arms wrapped around him as he lightly pressed his face into the crook of his neck. His whole body shivered as he allowed himself to properly breathe since setting foot inside of the room, which came out a bit labored from the anxiety weighing on him. He lifted his head and gave an apologetic smile while he reached behind him to open the door about half an inch. Having his security human with him helped though he still felt too closed in. ”Think I can get away with tryin’ on one pair?” They kind of all looked similar from what Virgil could tell, maybe they’d be that way with size.

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Marcel was taken by surprise by Virgil's reaction to joining him in the fitting room, from how the Werewolf flinched and stepped away from him he thought he had some kind of awful disease or something. The Hispanic would listen to him speak and he wasn't buying in one bit, not even when he added the last little bit. He didn't like how he refused to look up and even more when he saw the halfhearted grin, it didn't suit Virgil. Was this how Virgil felt whenever Marcel had one of his episodes? Because he hated this, he felt powerless besides only offering an ear to listen. And listen he did as Virgil explained why he was acting the way he did and it all began to make a whole lot more sense now that he explained it "You're claustrophobic..." now he just felt awful, obviously these clothes would fit him...well the shirts would obviously fit him! Why did he insist on this? If he knew earlier the Hispanic would never have even suggested it in the first place. None the less he tried to give a small smirk to try and help Virgil feel at least a bit more at ease, even if it was a little bit "Drinking has a way of making you forgot all your problems" he would be the first to admit that the bottle was usually his answer for when life got hard, however his time with Virgil was making it more and more special to not be drunk. To remember each and every moment spent with this man, it was special for him. Marcel would then offer a small smile when Virgil finally meet his gaze he easily took the other mans hand but didn't even flinch when the other man fully embraced him, holding him like his life depended on it. Marcel would hold onto Virgil's shivering body as he rubbed small circles into his back "It's OK Love...I'm here.." he spoke softly wanting to make Virgil feel as safe as possible. Marcel would give anything if he could give Virgil peace of mind, the man deserved to be happy and nothing less. Marcel would then nod his head a bit and leaned his head forward to kiss the other man's cheek for a moment before pulling back "I don't see why not, they're all the same size so it doesn't matter too much" with pants he knew they did stretch over time so Virgil did at least need to make sure these fit well enough. Marcel would stand by and gave Virgil as much room as he could, however to try and ease his anxiety he cracked a small grin as he changed "You fill those jeans pretty nicely Querido" he laughed a small bit, hoping it would help give some ease to the other man.



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The simple solution would have been to avoid the dressing rooms completely, but Virgil wasn’t really known for doing things the simple or easy way. He believed being like this made him weak and he couldn’t abide by any sort of weakness in himself. And he doubted he would always have the option to just avoid situations that triggered his claustrophobia so he needed to find a way to work through it. Though, apparently, over exposing himself wasn’t going to get the job done. A deep breath was taken and slowly released it to help calm his frazzled nerves. ”I didn’t think it could get this bad….” He muttered softly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Normally, he felt on edge, which couldn’t compare to the panic he had felt a few seconds ago before his beau had entered. Still did a bit. The beast was convinced that he was the biggest baby in the world just then. All he wanted was to curl up with him and have him rub his back again. The motion was quite soothing and he couldn’t think of a safer place than in the former soldier’s arms...He was going to blame the sappy thought on how vulnerable he felt at the moment. Being kissed had him giving another one of this half smiles of his. ”Thanks.” For being there and everything else although he couldn’t bring himself to say it. It was hard to breathe around his heart that now seemed to live in his throat much less talk. While it was clear to him that the space had been made to hold one person, he wasn’t about to ask Marcel to step out while he changed. It took a bit of maneuvering on his part, but the bigger man managed to get out of his boots and jeans off without bumping into anything. Once one of the new pairs were on him, he turned to a side and looked at his reflection. Virgil couldn’t remember the time he’d worn a pants that properly fit him. Comfortable enough, but he didn’t know if he liked how they shaped against his backside. He’d never had that problem with cheaper made brands, they were looser and made it look as if he had no butt at all, but that couldn’t be said about the ones he wore now. ”That doesn’t sound all that convincin’.” He murmured in reply to his companion’s shared opinion. Marcel’s attempts to help him were working if the way he gave a teasing sway of his hips was any proof of his improving mood. The werewolf slowly turned in a circle so he could get a good look at them. ”Still think they’re nice?” He slightly grinned. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, maybe he could finish with going through the rest. A knock at the door had Virgil retreating to a far corner with a look of panic. His fear gave into anger, however, and a murderous glare was thrown toward the door. ”Occupied!” He growled out, sounding more like a beast than man. Whoever it was didn’t knock again and seemed to leave. ”Jesus, ********> The words came out with a shuddering sigh, his expression becoming apologetic once again as he looked to Marcel. ”Cozy as this is...Let’s get th’ ******** out of ‘ere.” Putting his own clothing back on brought him some relief.

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Marcel made sure to listen to Virgil and nodded his head in agreement on the statement, completely understanding what he meant "Isn't that always the case though?" he commented with a sigh as he thought about his own issues with the sound of gunfire. Both men had suffered through things that no person should ever have to go through and both came out alive but very scarred in the process. Physical wounds healed but the mental damage that they endured was not so easy to get rid of "I know this isn't much, but I think you're pretty damn brave for staying in here as long as he have" for him to deal with his claustrophobia just to try on clothes was impressive to Marcel, unlike himself who could barely watch action movies without getting anxious and panicky. But still he would shake his head and offer a small smile after the hug and kiss "I'll always be here for you Virgil, no problem" he reminded the Werewolf, he had meant what he said after all. This man would never face anything alone again if Marcel had anything to say about it. The Hispanic would then give a sly smirk as he watched that man sway his hips just right and Marcel could feel some things twitch just a bit as he reached over when the mans back was turned and grabbed both buttocks and pressed against him slightly with a mischievous look "Very nice, but be careful. You're playing with fire right now" if only Virgil knew just how good they looked on him, thankfully since they were in the privacy of the dressing room he was confident enough to be a bit more bold than usual. However the knock at the door would have the Hispanic jumping out of his skin and he would share the glare at the door as he jumped away from Virgil. ********! Finally Marcel nodded his head with a small smirk on his face as he grabbed the jeans from Virgil after he finished changing and stepped out with the other man before looking around "Now to find the registers" with that he began to meander towards the front of the store where he saw them previously, however along the way something caught Marcel's eye. He would stop mid step before turning heel and approached what seemed to intrigue him, a little camp display. It had a little cardboard fire in the center with the display pieces of chairs and a tent set up with a small rope around it that said "Do not touch". A small grin grew on his face as he turned his head towards Virgil "You said you camped out in the forest Virgil?" he questioned "Wanna show me how the Wolf lived before you met me?" it was just a spur of the moment idea that was brought on by the display but the Hispanic had never genuinely gone camping before...well whatever Virgil's version was at least. None the less if he wasn't up for it, Marcel wouldn't be heartbroken over it.



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Virgil wasn’t exactly thrilled to know that the man he loved probably could understand the fear he was suffering from at that moment. In a perfect world, no one would ever have to go through something like the two or the lingering effects of their trauma, but things were far from perfect. The word might as well as non-existent as the deities themselves. Another slight smile came to him when he told him he was brave. It meant a lot coming from someone like Marcel although he thought that it was just good old-fashioned stubbornness. His unwillingness to give in under pressure had gotten him through situations that smarter men would have caved. Having the man’s hands sculpting against his backside caused his pulse to race. ”I’ll keep that in mind…” s**t. If that was the reaction he got out of Marcel, he was going to have to play with fire more often. Even being startled as he had been by the would-be intruder wasn't enough to completely dampen his curiosity over the issue. Sadly, that would have to wait, but he couldn't say that he was all that upset about it. A tiny dressing room was far from a place he wanted to tease anyone, much less a person he cared about. He draped the shirts over an arm once he was finished getting dressed, glancing toward the other with a slight grin. It was nice to know that he wasn't the only one that was disturbed by the knocking, having noticed the glare that had mirrored his own second ago. Virgil visibly relaxed as he stepped out of the room, letting out a heavy sigh as he did. He might've been able to hold his ground, but it wasn't something that he wanted to do again any time in the near future. He stayed a little too close to him as he followed, almost bumping into him when he stopped suddenly. Walking over, he looked at the thing that had seemed to have completely caught Marcel's attention. The camping display was rather cute, so much so, it earned a little ‘aw’ from the brute. He nodded to confirm the first question. "Mmm, I don't know. Think ya can handle sleepin' outside on th' ground?" He smirked at him. While he was only messing with him, he did think that the guy did seem to be pretty attached to his couch. He couldn’t blame him for that, the damn thing was comfortable. ”We can go. Would ya rather tonight or tomorrow?” He started to walk again only to end up stopping to scan the area around them, chewing on his lower lip as he thought. The department they were in now seemed to boast a decent variety of outdoor supplies surprisingly enough. ”Erm, an’ if ya want ah tent...we should probably go ahead an’ pick one up. ‘Course, that would be cheatin’ on th’ whole Wolf experience.” Chuckling, he turned around to face him. Despite all the modern conveniences, Virgil stilled camped like it was olden days. Though he had an advantage over most people thanks to his shapeshifting abilities. It wasn’t hard to find shelter and comfort as a wolf. ”I have ah bedroll if that helps.” No matter what Marcel might think about him, he wasn’t a complete hick!

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Marcel grinned at the other man when he questioned if he could handle something so silly such as that "I've slept on forest floors and desert ground with only a sheet, I think I can handle the outdoors" did he enjoy those times when he was deployed? Hell ******** no! But that didn't mean he couldn't, besides he had a big firm pillow right next to him, what could go wrong? The Hispanic would then think for a moment as he contemplated their options for a second or two "We can head out early tomorrow morning, if we get there tonight there won't be any light left to do anything" besides there had to be some kind of preparation that was needed, right? Marcel would then chuckle a little bit as he elbowed the other man in the ribs a bit "Good point, let's just settle with calling this a camping trip. Like hell I'm sleeping without any protection from the elements!" he chuckled a little bit before scanning the different tents they were currently advertising before glancing over at Virgil and grinning a little bit at the Werewolf "A bedroll? Well now we're already half set!" he would then stare at the display of tents they had, ranging from smaller ones for children, to one that was the size of his bedroom. No thank you, that inflated price tag was a big no for the Hispanic, that and the fact that it would take forever to build. Then when they were done to take it down and getting it to fit back in it's bag!? ******** that. However Marcel would then take the others claustrophobia into account and settled on one with a high roof and wide enough for both men to stretch their arms out. This would suffice nicely along with the agreeable enough price tag. Finally the Hispanic man would hold the bag by it's handle and smirked a little bit "So Mr. Cambric is there anything else we might need for our little outdoor excursion?" he spoke in a teasing voice, reminding the other man that he was in fact a teacher. What did they need? And moreover what did Virgil believe they needed for this? Or maybe the tent was it? Either way Marcel would pay for the tent, he didn't even want to think about how expensive the other man's clothes would be.



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His brows furrowed together as he told him of how he slept during his deployment. He'd never been under the impression that the guy had greatest accommodations while fighting off in wars, but he had thought that he would've gotten something better than a sheet of all things. He nodded. The man had a point, going tomorrow would make things easier for them to set things up. At least for someone that didn't appear to have any experience with the whole camping scene. Virgil pressed his lips together as he tried to suppress his laughter at how quickly the other was to jump on the idea of getting a tent. "Thought ya said ya could handle it?" He playfully teased as he gently elbowed Marcel in return. He honestly couldn't blame him for wanting some form of shelter after all the things that the military had no doubt put him through. "If ya ask me, it's all we really need." He smirked a bit. A bedroll was all he ever used and most of the time he only bothered with it when it was too cold for him to sleep without some form of protection. Obviously, he didn't mind his decision. All that mattered to him was the Hispanic's comfort as far as their camping trip went. He would do whatever it took to achieve that. If Marcel had demanded some fancy RV that had all the comforts of home then he would have gone to see about renting one. Though doing something like that couldn't really be considered camping in his opinion. After admiring the display one last time, he brought his attention to the tents. Virgil couldn't offer an opinion on which one would be the best as far as the material they were made from. He snorted a bit when he noticed one that looked big enough to hold a whole family inside of it. Ridiculous, really. There was no need for so much space. "Here. I'll take those." The older man offered out a hand to take the jeans from him once he noticed Marcel grabbing one of the tents. It was a sweet notion to see that he had taken his claustrophobia into consideration when he'd picked one out. He hoped he would be able to handle being inside of it. The thought alone was almost enough to make him feel antsy, but he was quick to moved his attention onto something else. Such as his handsome companion, who he was soon rolling his eyes at when he'd called him by his last name. Ugh. He didn't need any reminders of his newest occupation, thank you very much! "Unless ya can think of anythin' ya can't live without tomorrow, I say we're good t'go." He wondered how he had become such a pushover when it came to his lover. As if there was any way he would be letting his students getting away with camping luxuries such as tents and bedding and grills to cook food. Whenever he got any to teach. Probably for the best that he didn't since he planned to more or less take them out into the woods and let them figure it out for themselves while he supervised and offered advice. It could be said that Virgil was very much a 'hands-on' teacher. He tilted his head in the direction of a nearby register that was thankfully in the department they were in. "Guess I'mma go start seein' what th' damage is." He had a feeling that his wallet was going to hate him after this small shopping spree. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to run back out to his truck to get more money.  

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Marcel rolled his eyes at his man's smart a** comment and jab, smirking a little bit at the other man "That was before you gave me the choice, you smart a**" was the Hispanic's snarky reply before chuckling a little bit at the other man. What could he say? While the idea if sleeping under the stars was a cute idea, he was not about the run the risk of being rained or worse having bugs crawl into his clothing as he slept. Like ******** hell a spider or some s**t was going to so much as touch him. He would then look over at Virgil and glanced at all the other equipment and shrugged his shoulders a bit "I'll take your word for it Querido, if you say we don't need anything else then fine" Marcel actually trusted Virgil's judgement, although he felt like he might end up regretting it later when they were actually out. But until that time came where he could b***h Virgil out he would be content. The Hispanic would then nod his head in thanks when Virgil took the jeans from his arm, while Marcel would never complain they were weighing down on his arm just a bit. He would then nod his head and smirk a little bit more as he nodded his before following Virgil to the cash registers where he would pay for the tent at a separate one from Virgil to save a bit of time. It was a bit pricey but nowhere near as bad as some of the other tents available for purchase. Marcel would then take the clunkily bagged item and turned to look at Virgil, shrugging his shoulders a bit when he remembered his next task "Listen this whole phone thing might take more than a couple minutes, why don't you wander for a bit while I go deal with salespeople?" he began to walk ahead of the other man before waving his hand over his head "I'll give you a call on my shiny new phone when I'm done!" he yelled out before making his way the store that were his current carriers. The Hispanic was not looking forward to this one bit.



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Virgil briefly glanced after him when he headed to a different register. Had he known of the man's plans to pay for the tent, he would've nabbed it to pay for it himself. It was a little too late now. In the end, he supposed that it didn't really matter. As the cashier finished ringing up his items and he saw the total, he winced a slight bit. A hundred and eighty bucks? He wasn't so sure he'd ever spent that much on clothing in his life. The amount hardly seemed like it would come to that total, but he wasn't going to make the cashier double check. After paying, he grabbed the bags and went to catch up with Marcel. He grunted softly by way of reply when he mentioned that purchasing a new phone might take a while. The werewolf wouldn't mind waiting outside the store for him to shop, but there was no way in hell that he wanted to give off the impression of being clingy either. It was being indoors that made him want to stick to the Hispanic's side, nothing more than that! "Have fun." He'd call back out after him somewhat sarcastically. Dealing with salespeople who tried to tack on as many unneeded bells and whistles, and who thought the knew what the customer wanted more than the customer supposedly did wasn't fun. In his experience anyway. Deciding to explore portions of the mall he'd yet to see, he set off. Though Virgil didn't make it far before when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. In the women's store no less. He stopped and looked at the item on a mannequin in the window, unable to help but remember a joke he had made their first morning together. But was he really willing to risk embarrassing himself all for the sake of a joke? His lower lip was lightly chewed on as he debated. It...wouldn't hurt to at least look, right? He couldn't believe what he was doing even as he walked into the store to go look at the display. Unsurprisingly, the women inside the shop gave him all sort of hateful looks. He did his best not to eye contact with any of them as he searched through the rack as quickly as he could in search of a size that might fit him. He'd told himself he wasn't going to waste the money at first, but after seeing that it was marked down to a ridiculously low price he couldn't help himself. And they might end up getting some practical use out of it if they started cooking more often. Virgil pretended to be completely deaf when the cashier asked him if he found everything he wanted to get for his wife once he went to check out. Like it was any of her business! He made sure to bury the newly acquired item under a few of his shirts in one bag before he left. After that latest excursion, he could use a break from adventuring for a bit along with a drink. Doubtful that there would be anything alcoholic, but he still went to the food court to see what they had to offer. Even coffee would be good right now.

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By Bi Blitz

 

[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel walked into the phone store and was instantly greeted by a Mother and her daughter just finishing up their own new phone situation. The daughter seemed especially glad at the new device in her hands, one that had a soft pink case. They would walk away from the only worker in the store and they would give him the whole welcome and junk "I got my flip phone awhile ago and I decided now is the time to upgrade, can you help me champ?" the man behind the counter looked relatively surprised by the old phone, scratched up phone that was pulled from his pocket. He would then begin the whole song and dance about new models that just came out as well as upgrades, none of which interested the Hispanic one bit. All too complicated sounding "Look Buddy, I just want a phone that has all the basic functions. I don't need any of that fluff, I won't use any of those functions" the man nodded his head as he searched around for a smartphone that might suit the Hispanic. Apparently the one he pulled out was one of the hardier models, apparently it could take a bit of a beating when it was in a good phone case. That was good enough for the Hispanic as this was the part he was dreading the most, all the computer work and data s**t. While the man was doing his thing, Marcel would rest his chin in his elbow bored. Part of him wished that he had dragged Virgil in here with him just so that he had someone to ******** with and talk too. But that was too late now and Marcel was stuck there for a good while. Eventually fifteen or twenty minutes later the man finished with his task, for the Hispanic it felt like a millennia of wasted time. Some more official talk and a price was brought up and Marcel was finally done and his new smart phone was in his hands.

The Hispanic would make sure to buy a navy blue phone case and put it on before walking out of the store, staring at the device in befuddlement, the apps on the screen were very basic but it was a maze for him. This was a phone that he got, right? How did he call? Part of him wanted to go back and ask for help but there was no way in hell he'd step foot back inside that area again unless he absolutely had to. With the tent in one hand and his phone in another Marcel would begin to wander around before finally taking a seat outside of the food court and finally realized that to make a call he had to touch the little button with the phone icon on it, that made sense. With his short list of contacts he was finally able to figure out how to call Virgil and clicked it before holding the phone up to his ear, the device feeling odd against his head.



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