Times like these made it so entirely clear that most girls would just be so used to walking in, and knowing what they wanted to wear. Chrome however, usually just took what was presented to her; lacking a sense of greediness or vanity that a lot of girls her age bore. She'd never had much choice or a person to actually give her this luxury and another reason in what made Mukuro so special to her.
He'd given her another chance to live, being needed by somebody and not even remotely questioning anything about him.
The others initially seemed so distrusting and knew of the transgressions Mukuro had caused in the past, yet none of it mattered as she took in things here and now where he was here with her and letting her feel like a true, cherished person. Someone that could be doted on. Such proof was in the confident words he spoke and how he knew exactly where to take her in the shop, blinking a bit when she took in the sight of that outfit now before her.
Looking it over, Chrome walked up to it quietly and raised a hand to brush over the soft material of the skirt with quiet admiration evident behind her singular violet eye. She'd never owned anything like it before, and if she was completely honest, it was better than anything she could have likely picked out on her own.
"I do." A beat and she turned to look at him with a bit of her usual shyness in place. "It's rather pretty, and very soft to the touch." In other words, she really did like the one he'd chosen but would never be able to bring herself to even remotely suggest anything like buying it. Such went in part with her unassuming nature, still not thinking much of herself from time to time and lacking a bit of selfishness that most girls already had by this point in their lives.
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He'd given her another chance to live, being needed by somebody and not even remotely questioning anything about him.
The others initially seemed so distrusting and knew of the transgressions Mukuro had caused in the past, yet none of it mattered as she took in things here and now where he was here with her and letting her feel like a true, cherished person. Someone that could be doted on. Such proof was in the confident words he spoke and how he knew exactly where to take her in the shop, blinking a bit when she took in the sight of that outfit now before her.
Looking it over, Chrome walked up to it quietly and raised a hand to brush over the soft material of the skirt with quiet admiration evident behind her singular violet eye. She'd never owned anything like it before, and if she was completely honest, it was better than anything she could have likely picked out on her own.
"I do." A beat and she turned to look at him with a bit of her usual shyness in place. "It's rather pretty, and very soft to the touch." In other words, she really did like the one he'd chosen but would never be able to bring herself to even remotely suggest anything like buying it. Such went in part with her unassuming nature, still not thinking much of herself from time to time and lacking a bit of selfishness that most girls already had by this point in their lives.