fizzle out

She laughed. "You don't even have underwear that fit." She's watched him live in that house, with her, Fae, and their controller. Everyone deserved a little fresh air once in a while. 

"Corbett," suddenly she appears behind him, she runs a hand through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. "Then let's not tell him. I've noticed the silver haired boy - what's his name? Kris? Has taken an interest in you. We can say he got you these things."

"Besides, I think I can handle you." She winked in his direction. 

corbett

"Never trust a demon, mi amor." She smiled, really she could kill him if he got out of hand.. not that she was sure Wilmer would just let her off the hook for that. Surely though, an over a thousand year old demon could keep a vampire out of trouble. "Just don't suck the cashier dry." She grabs his hand, she doesn't mean much by it, mostly in an attempt to keep a leash on him. She morphs into something closer to a human, no more horns, grey skin replaced with brown. 

Surely, they'd pass as a couple. 

Usha drags him into the nearest man's clothing shop. She drags him to the underwear section first. "Pick out whatever you want." She opens her bag, shows him five wallets, all stolen. 

corbett

She can read his hunger like an open book, she wondered how often Wilmer actually fed him. She was sure, much like a pet, Corbett had to be fed to be alive. Maybe it was the bare minimum? Maybe he was just young, hard to forget and control himself. She understands what its like to young, so full of spunk, spite, and life. Though, compared to some she's being of youth. "Don't worry," she scratches his head again.

She cocks her head to the side when he mentions that he doesn't know how to shop. She places her head on his shoulder, only really to get a better look at the selection of underwear. She checks the surrounding area before wrapping her arms around his hips, slowly they morph together before becoming a cloth tape measure. "This is your size in pants and underwear." They morph back, and she grabs something off the rack. "What's your favorite color?"

corbett

"Yellow is a good color." She nods. "I personally like red, the color of war, anger, and lust." She giggles, humans are odd and with her time on their plane she has learned some things. She grabs a pair of boxers from the rack, shows it to him, and hooks the hanger on his arm. She takes another pair - this one orange. "A combination of happiness and anger, much like what I sense from you." She carries this one herself before intertwining her hand with his to take him to the next section. This one was pants, and she picks out a pair of beige slacks, and a pair of jeans. 

"I'm trying to figure out how much we can get without rousing dear ol' master's suspicion." How much would Kris buy him? "Stay here for a second." She walks to the counter real quick and asks the woman for a measuring tape, and makes her way back. 

"We're too close for me to do some fancy transformations," she looks over to the clerk, then back to him and winks. "I'm going to get your chest measurements, lift your arms."


corbett

"I'll figure something out. You forget that Wilmer is young and I'm old, by human standards anyway." As far as dijinn went, she felt awfully young at times. "Don't worry your pretty blond head." She gets his chest measurements, picks out a few yellow, tan, and blue shirts. She scratches his head again. "You bit Kris?" She laughs. pain is funny to her. She pictures him screaming, a frail little body feeling sucked of life. She pictures the fear that he might have had in his eyes - it's an exciting idea. 

She grabs his hand again and drags him to check out. She holds his hand tight - almost like a leash as they approach the cashier. She caresses it with her thumb, trying her best to keep him calm. She watches her rack them up. The total is expensive, but it really doesn't matter as she removes the stolen cash from her bag. "My treat." She winks at him, and can hear the cashier giggle at the pair. Usha sells a convincing lie.
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