The next day Virgo took us out through the city and got us acquainted with where we'd be living.
"Where are we going?" I asked, tiredly.
"To get you both some new clothes" replied Vi, his old armor replied by a pair of black slacks and a white button-up. "You can't walk around in those rags forever."
"We don't have any money," I said.
"Don't worry, I'll cover everything today and from tomorrow on you will get a monthly allowance" stated Vi.
After a bit of walking, we turned down a small back-alley and headed into a tiny shop. A sign hung above the small shop, the word Armis spelled in flashing neon lights.
When we walked into the shop the first thing that I noticed was that, if I'm being completely honest, it wasn't very big. Of course, the second thing I noticed was the numerous weapons mounted on the wall, in open chests, or put in a barrel. A few of them even looked nice. The spears especially. Entranced I wandered away from the others and over to the rack. Dragging me back to reality was Vi, grumbling under his breath something about "hating strays"? Whatever it was didn't have my attention for long cause as we joined Colt at the cashier's desk Virgo pulled out a small pendant and showed it to the worker.
The woman behind the desk was pretty. Short black hair, cut into faded glory. Her skin a rich sepia, eyes a light golden brown. Her expression... Anger.
"Over a year," she said flatly. "Its been over a year since you visited and not even a hello. A little pendant wave is all I get? And where the hell did you get kids!" She ranted as she turned around, one arm waving about in annoyance, the other pulling a book out of the shelf behind her.
The clank of gears reverberating through the shop as the wall beside the bookcase moves back and to the left. Blue neon light streaming through the opening as she directs us in.
Awaiting us on the other side was something out of a dream. A gallery of weapons far beyond the one before.
"Welcome to my shop" the woman pouted. "Pick whatever you want it will go on the sleazeball's tab anyways."
Before Colt and I could even begin to check out the merchandise Vi walked up from behind us, a bow and spear in hand.
"Just this for today," said Vi, handing the woman a card I can only assume is the card Iris told us about with those "credits". "Thank's Eden, I'll be sure to visit more often," he said with a wink.
"She's pretty," I said, absentmindedly, as we left.
A little hum of agreement was Vi's only reply.
"How can you tell? You can't see her" said Colt, finally walking up with the rest of us.
"I couldn't at first but I can sense the magic in things. How do you think I have been walking around so easily?" said Vi "And it's not as though her only charm is her looks. She is nice I promise. She's just annoyed with me right now.
After we left the weapons shop we finally headed over to a clothing store. While I'm not picky about clothes It isn't the best feeling to be looked at as street rats because we haven't changed clothes.
We entered the shop and once again I was amazed.
Amazed by the damn price tags.
Who in their right mind would pay two silver for a shirt? The thought barely crossed my mind before Virgo was grabbing clothes and taking us to the dressing rooms.
"Try these on and pick whatever you like." He said nonchalantly, sitting down onto a sofa put outside the rooms.
Putting the price in the back of my mind I grabbed the ones I liked and headed into a room. Inside was a hanger rack and a large mirror. Finally, I saw myself.
Hell. No wonder people were looking at us. Dried blood was splattered across my shirt, dirt-smudged on my lightly sunburnt skin. light eye bags hanging under my own light blue eyes. My brown hair a complete mess.
"Iris would beat us for going out like this" I called over the stall to Colt. A little huff of laughter the response
After trying on some of the clothes I left the room to see Colt and Vi waiting for me. A small smile on Colt's face, the first one since leaving the home.
"Go wash up in the bathroom," said Vi. "Now that you've got proper clothes you can't walk around with all that dirt on your face."
So together Colt and I went into the bathroom and washed our faces in the sinks. As I finished I looked over at Colt who conveniently was running a hand through his hair, water running down his face, a small refreshed smile gracing his lips.
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