alabaster-prince:

“Very well,” pushing himself from his seat, he motioned for the other male follow suit before making his way back into the dorm room, “shopping for necessities it is. Come, let us depart before the sun sinks much lower. There will be a rather unpleasant chill in the air this night. A storm brewing in the east that will reach us by nightfall; it’s best we get done what we need to beforehand.”

Gesturing briefly towards the horizon where, just barely within sight, large, gray clouds were beginning to form, he allowed the man a moment to examining the sight before ushering him out of the room. Camus was strange in his ways; there was no doubt about that. At times he seemed to know everything, from the forming of storms to the very essence of an idol – and at others he seemed to be completely oblivious, which was usually when slang terms were used in common speech. Whatever Permafrost was, or where ever it was, the country seemed to have taught the Count many unusual talents; talents that Camus had no shame in displaying.

Camus led the way through the dorm, across the grounds, and out the front gates of the campus. He was slightly worried that all this walking would have a negative effect on the health of his Kouhai (after all, there was still a distance between them and where all the shops they needed resided), but he decided that if worst came to worst he could always flag down a cab.

For the duration of their journey, Camus made sure to point out specific landmarks that would help Aine find his way back to campus should he get lost. They already had enough air heads around, and the Count certainly didn’t want another one. It would save him a tremendous amount of trouble if he had no need to go out and search for the boy in the middle of the night, all because he had managed to get lost on his way home.

“I do not expect you have much currency on you,” Camus said suddenly as they rounded a corner and stepped into the crowded walkways of the city, “whatever you cannot afford, I will pay for myself. Be grateful. It is not every day I offer such a charity.”

As Camus pointed it out, Aine noticed the clouds were rolling in, ready for a storm in the evening later. Nonetheless, the spring air still felt warm for now; a good weather to take a walk in.

Some of the landmarks Aine passed by seemed familiar; he had passed them in the morning when he was driven from the hospital to here.

He mentally noted each one down his mind, to remember his way back from the upcoming trips to the hospital. He grimaced, remembering about that particular condition of the deal; he had to check up with his doctors occasionally on his amnesia and insomnia. Aine blinked, suddenly remembering that he should tell Camus about his other condition.

However, the tealette decided not to; it would be an extreme inconvenience to his senpai.

“Ah, I can afford it, senpai. I have my credit card with me,” he answered politely to Camus’s offer. The tealette looked around his surroundings; he was uncertain where to begin to shop. Maybe the yellow store in he far right. “It seems someone managed my accounts while I was unconscious. It would be nice to know the benefactor though.”

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