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*
A jewellery store was where they headed to next, apparently owned by Altair's family. He'd flaunted, boasting about being the best in the galaxy, with his tails transforming into feathers like a preening peacock. Then led them to a vault, one that seemed scarily protected with heaps of security and endless locks.
But the space opened to the largest, most well-staffed room she'd ever seen that protected the tiniest of cases. It sat on a single display table at the very centre of a room the size of a stadium. And inside were two of the most depressing-looking rings—simple gold band with the tiniest of gems. And Altair had the audacity to ask her to choose one with a pleased smile.
Rue had inspected a little disgruntled, sniffed at the size of each stone, barely a carat, which was odd coming from a rich bastard like Altair. Although they seemed to sparkle twice as hard and in as many colours as his stupid flying dicks, but Rue was sure it was all part of the theatrics. The lighting in jewellery stores was tailored to enhance the glow, and it was all just clever tactics.
"What's the stone?" she'd asked with a frown, and the eros exchanged strange glances. They had an odd fixation on her choice. Valentino beamed when she chosen the one that was tinted teal. While Altair had curled into a sulk, scuffing the floor with his shoes.
"Family heirloom," Valentino explained mysteriously. "It's difficult to explain…" His expression grew pinched as if he struggled to swallow. He glanced at Altair, whose lips puckered, nervously. But really Rue didn't care. It might be small, but gold was definitely of value. "I've always wanted you to have it."
"Save the explanation. Just don't tell me it's cum or something," Rue snorted, and this had the two going still, but she brushed it off with a laugh, pulling the ring on her finger. "I'm joking, Jesus. But I would expect nothing less from you two sick fucks. Still, at least it's gold, so I'll take it." She inspected it, already calculating the prices. "How much would it sell for?"
"It's priceless," Valentino answered, scratching the back of his neck. "Its origins are top tier. No one will buy this. They wouldn't dare to." Translation: it's fucking handmade, and it could be merely worth a friendship bracelet made of strings.
"Let me guess it's your jizz?" she joked, and Valentino blinked, startled. The pause was a beat too long, but he spoke up after.
"It's my first gemstone," he answered softly. "It's full of my love for my soulmate. And it should only give you the sweetest, most beautiful dreams." She regarded him with an almost gag. Goddamn, out of all things they'd allow her to have in their special little shop. They'd decided on the sentimental, romantic gemstone hobby.
"This was for that Omega from back then?" She asked, toying with the thing. "Have been meaning to ask about Jane. Is she doing good in your den?" And Valentino snapped.
"She's not mine! How many fucking times do I have to say this? I had to keep up the ruse then in the country, but she's just my maid. The one that brings me lunch and cleans up my trash. And she doesn't even work for me now. She's a nurse, wiping old people's ass."
"She wipes your ass?"
"She wipes—I wipe my own fucking ass!" Valentino heaved. "I like Alphas. My soulmate is an Alpha. My soulmate is—"
"Damn," Rue whistled, stopping him before he could continue on with his rant and his wind-like tails would shave their faces off. "Fine, I believe it a bit more now that I know Espers prefer Alphas."
Altair snorted, shaking his head. "What an idiot." She knew that curse was for her, and she ignored him.
"That's what makes him so fucking cute," Valentino murmured.
And Rue pretended she hadn't heard that, testing the malleability of the gold. The tiny gem might have no buyers, but the gold could be melted and sold. Only it didn't seem that good, and the yellow peeled when she scratched at its surface, hissing a little. She sighed, fingers running through her hair—exasperated.
Rue turned to them. "Is this your game? Bringing me to stores with stuff that's difficult to sell?" Then paused. "I should decide where we go next. You did say I could buy anything I want in this mall."
"Fine," Altair snarled, still a little peeved from her choice in cheap handmade rings. "You don't even know what we do for you."
"Well," she nodded, pointed to the box. "Halcyon should get one too. The pink one will suit him."
"What the ever-loving fuck for?" Altair had snapped like a little shit. "He won't need that one! It's mine to give away!"
"He's going to lose it," Valentino pointed out. "The moment he transforms into an animal and goes running out in the field. He'll drop it in the grass. It happened before; it'll happen again."
"I won't!" Halcyon sniffed. He turned to her, eyes wet. "Rue, please…"
"Give that one to him," she pointed to the remaining pink ring in its too big case, arms folded. "Didn't you say I could get whatever I want? Well, Halcyon's getting what he wants too! "The two eros wilted before her eyes and Halcyon's smile only grew wider.
*
"You want this stupid thing?" Valentino was gawking as she inspected the household goods. As expected, the department store was far better than a boutique and she was having a great time spending someone else's money. "Don't you have a bot in the dormitory? One that'll churn out fresh food on the go?"
"Yeah?" she shrugged. "But do I look like I own the pellets and capsules for that?"
"But what about the chef—"
Rue ignored him. Rich bastards didn't understand poverty. "I'd like an oven in our room, and a kettle for water. And a stack of instant food. Stuff that'd last. Umbrellas. Snow boots." She paused, considering. "A heated blanket." Her eyes lit up, spotting a godly device that was dripping in new technology and bouncing in the air. "Hal, what do you think of this? We can make grilled cheese in the morning for breakfast, and it comes with a coffee machine."
"Anything you want," Halcyon nodded, voice husky. And oddly, her stomach fluttered. "We could get more sheets for our beds."
She nodded sagely. "And a rug. Plus, more towels."
"You'd think this was their honeymoon," Valentino grumbled from behind.
Altair continued. "It's my fucking card, and our fucking date—
She turned to look at them, throwing them a bone. "Do you think they sell underwear?" This had the two perking, and Halcyon going strangely pink.
Altair's lips stretched into a smirk. "I know a place—"
Rue silenced him. "I'm not going to suffer trying to go through another heap of thongs that will floss my ass."
"Y-yours aren't good enough?" Halcyon stuttered, and she looked at him like he was crazy.
"Got some holes," she shrugged. "I just need cotton." She turned, fingers digging into a sales rack—men's of course. "This pack will do. It's on discount." Her eyes swivelled to the duo when they purchased their items and Halcyon offered to carry it all in beast form. "They should carry it," she told him. "This is their punishment."
Valentino had to hold Altair back from sending a tentacle flying her way.
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