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She disliked being pulled about, but she would let him, since he wasn't up to making her fight mindlessly. Minerva was still rather bitter about that. Her thoughts weren't really on the city, they were else where. She was free of both the 'Vengers, and Rose, but she still worried about them both. She always veiwed both as almost ungrown children.

"Food. . ." She seemed dazed a moment, before she finally registered what he ment, "Oh, of course! Food would be wonderful! I'm starving," her stomach disagreed with that claim, for her sorness made her not want food. She just didn't want to worry Kichi.

"I figure-eh," her draw came out again, "eat, look around, explore, whatever, and then maybe hit the sack for the night. What chu think? Oh, this looks intresting!" She paused, jerking him back, so she could look at a window. A picture of a beautiful blonde and blue eyed women in a beautiful and pale teal dress. Folds of fabric, and cruled hair made her look like she was bored. And, in the window the dress.

" . . . . Food now?" She turned from the window, and pulled him this time. She was well aware that something would never look good on her. She was over it now. "What do you want to eat?" She said cheerfully, going back to the beat in her head.

She looked at him in pure surprise. Her head tilted to the right, as several dreadlocks fell off her shoulder, and rested lightly infront of her chest. Did he. . ? He did. Oh man.

"Kich. Return that. It wouldn't look good on me," she looked at him, unsure of how to convince him that she didn't have the body to fill it out. She wasn't super skinny, or long legged. She didn't have the huge bust, or the prefect skin. Her's were covered in ink. "Please, take it back. You didn't need to spend that much on me."

She stood there, uneasy at the situation. She did like the dress, but she knew it wasn't for her. She'd look better in something black, or something less. . . Puffy. She wasn't a carebear, nor was she a Barbie.

She reached out to snatch the dress, and to walk it back in.

"There." She pointed to a quick place to eat. Something gritty, fatty, and heart attacky.

She walked after him, thinking over the situation. There was only one way to resolve this. She troted up behind him, dragging her hand along her shoulder, as she passed him up.

And then, just loud enough for him to hear: "Good luck getting my clothes off tonight."

And, with that a cute smile, as she walked off marrily to look at all the novality shops, and their intresting items.

Oh. The rascal.

She paused infront of a store, before turning her attention back to her husband. "Depends on what you mean in want." She wasn't refering to the dress. "I jus' don't like getting gifts, and stuff. I come from a place were you save every penny."

She leaned against a window sill, and looked him over. Minerva smirked some at Kichi, wondering if what she said really had an effect. It was only ment as a joke, because, she was more than positive he'd enjoy dressing her up. Or down.

"Kichi?" Her voice was quiet, "I'm not really hungry. Would you rather jus' find a room?" She was trying her best to avoid conflict at this point. Plus, it was rather cute how he insisted on holding that dress.

Maybe at one point, she'd live up to some of the other women he had, and get rid of the dreadlocks. She could look half normal, and maybe be the envy of the crowd.

And so, she'd link arms with the Chimagin, smiling at him. "I can't really eat anyway," she whispered to him laughing softly. "I've been sick, and rather sore. Don't think I can hold down more than juice, or water!" She seemed rather embarressed at that idea.

Minerva tilted her head, to lean on his arm a moment, before laughing about nothing to herself. She was seriously continplating cutting her hair, and pulling out a few of her studs. Maybe, she'd go back to the lab, and have some parts put in, and pulled out.

She faced him again, "Ya. Good thing, I love ya too." She was all smiles at this point. "So, what kinda room ya getting? Something small, like on the ship?" She pondered for a moment. She would have been uncomfortable anywhere else. She still wasn't used to the rate he spent money, verses her frugalness.

"So. . . In all. Are you still gunna help me with the dress?" She asked suddenly, "I think I should cut off the locks. It might look better." She frowned, trying to think of herself without the long dreadlocks.

She nodded slowly to the entire thing. She was being rather vain, and should just hush. And she decided. Hushing about her looks would be okay, since she didn't want to end up like the other women on Gaia. A new dress, or whatever everyday. Never wear it again. She rather liked her clothing.

"Anything is fine." She nodded happily, "Maybe something with a habor veiw if that's possible. ." She thought a second, and continued, "Well, maybe not. We are in from there a bit." Something small would be welcomed from the lavish estates she'd seen in the last few days.

"Perhaps, something that doesn't dip with the ocean?" She offered her help. It wasn't much. Another reason she'd make a horrid high fashionable women.

Sure, sure. That's just what she wanted a bunch of people standing over her, telling her how to look; how to dress; don't do that!; do it this way. She always wanted attention of that sort. It would simply make. Her. Day.

Minerva had one person try to do her makeup before, and that lady was scared shitless of ever doing makeup again. She was sure that their were a dozen other women up to the task of turning her dark eye liner into a more refined look. She didn't wear caked on stuff to make her appear like a ghost (whatever that was called), and she didn't even put on lipstick. How would a horde of men and women change that about her? How could they possible make her want to be prettier than she felt?

She felt stunning. Only because Minerva knew she could beat the crap out of most staletto wearing b***h.

As these thoughts bounced about in her mind, it occured to her, that she should prolly reply with audible information. "Uh, I think I'll pass on makeup artists." She smiled weakly, not informing him of the rant that just went on inside her head.

A moment later, the door dinged, signalling they hit the sixth floor. Minerva, stepped out of the elevator, and awaited her husband. She wasn't actually listening when they announced which room was their's, so she'd be moving blindly.