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Instead of arriving together, bursting through the front door like gangsters, Ilmenite had asked Alunite to meet him in Men's Apparel. The choice had been made for practicality purposes; there about ten minutes early, still out of uniform, Ever already had half the supplies they might need easily located: white and black t-shirts, a kids' set that would help them put slogans and stenciled designs, more paint so that Howlite wouldn't frown at him again for robbing dumb street kids.

He huffed out a sigh, looking up from a display of brightly-colored boxer shorts in search of Matthew, trying to ignore the nervous hammering of his heart. Ever'd gone through his conquests' wallets before, he'd pocketed change from tip booths, he'd walked out on some bills at restaurants. At his lowest, he'd even shoplifted some minor groceries from an A&P -- but that had been desperation.

He'd never really robbed a store. He'd definitely never made a scene. He'd absolutely never done it at 5 in the afternoon, when the post-school crowds were coming through, people just starting to get off work...

No Matthew, just yet. He looked back down at the display, and turned a package around to consider the sizing on the back.

The subtlety was unnecessary -- not because it was a bad idea, no, it was actually a rather good one. It was pointless because Ever wasn't going to slide into it. Instead he slid up next to Matthew, still gripping a pack of boxers in one hand, and leaned up against the t-shirt display.

Really, this was probably more genuine than two young men shopping separately. Seriously. Ever flashed him a grin that was just a little bit tight, a tiny bit too bright, his eyes tense. He was nervous, yeah, though his nerves mostly had to do with wondering if the security guards had guns...

"We should probably, you know, change in private or something." He rolled a hand, eyes sliding off of Matthew to a passing shopper, waddling along behind a full cart. His mouth shifted a little and his tone went softer. "Grab what we need, and we'll, you know, have to go out the front, since I don't think we can teleport with it in hand..."

In all honestly, Ever hadn't even remembered what he was holding. He blinked, considered the package, hummed quietly, and tossed it next to the t-shirts. For now. He'd pick it up again later. Otherwise, it might well look suspicious...

"They might. I don't know, I've never had to get changed in a walmart before -- but I bet there are laws against changing in the bathroom." His grin widened, god help them, as Ever pushed off and started walking backwards toward the bathrooms. Really, the cameras didn't cover everything. and so long as they wound around on their way to the restrooms, they could probably get there unnoticed...

"Might be a little weird, two guys going in there together, but. Well. Won't be my first time at least, sugar." He picked up the pace at that, just flicking a look back to catch Matthew's reaction.

Ever laughed at him, easily, and it was hard to tell if he was still mocking as he gestured to the back, twisting in place to walk backwards. It wasn't that suspicious at this hour. They weren't even really bad enough to catch more than narrowed glances from other customers, a once-over from the security staff...

"Well. I've never been in this one, before, but I had some time to scope it out before you got here. Reconnaissance." The teasing had been immensely satisfying, had definitely relaxed away some of his lingering uncertainty. Hopefully, even if Matthew was a prude, it had done some of the same for him.

Ever paused, just out of the camera's line, before slipping into the mens' room. Only one stall, only one door, Matthew was either going to have to join him or take the ladies'.

Ever laughed at him and powered up against the wall by the door, shaking himself off and pausing, once he was done, to give a cursory check for Order auras in the nearby area, for some warning that someone had noticed him. Nothing, just his own, just the hum of the Walrmart's always-on lights and power, the crackling mumble of someone making an announcement over the loudspeaker system.

He turned back toward Matthew-soon-Alunite, and cleared his throat. "We can grab things and then drain, well, basically everyone. It'll make a scene, but that's the idea. Just talk about the Moon Princess a lot and everyone'll assume you're one of them."

Ilmenite, however, couldn't pass for a senshi. He made a noise. "I'll try to go mostly unnoticed. Honestly, doubt anyone'll give me a second look with you around..."

Ilmenite laughed at that, amused instead of offended, and offered Alunite an unapologetic grin. One quick rolling gesture toward his face -- "Sorry, but I don't think I'm pretty enough to be a senshi. Ready? Just be pompous and self-righteous, and they'll never know the difference."

He didn't wait. Instead he opened the door and gestured for Alunite to head through. "I'll slip out after you, grab up everything we need, drain people in your glorious, gorgeous wake, and then we'll poof."

Lunatic was just about perfect. It left Ilmenite grinning a bit, slipping around behind Alunite -- and yes, in the face of that, most people weren't going to give a punk kid in plaid pants that much of a second look. He absently drained a gaping woman in really unfortunate pink leggings on the way to duffel bags; nabbed some energy from a scowling security guard who looked like he was considering trying something as he shoved t-shirts into his new steal. No starseeds. No death. Was it a weakness that he was unwilling to kill people?

Ilmenite hadn't even considered it.

His pockets were going to be filled by the end of this, both from his steals and the energy -- civilians collapsing against their carts and dropping purchases as he slipped past. At the boxers rack, he paused, hesitated, eyes flicking up to Alunite and then back down, and finally caved to grab the package he'd been eyeing earlier, no matter how ugly the corrupt senshi thought they were.

What? He needed boxers.

The duffel bag Ilmenite had chosen was -- well. Huge. And now it was full, heavy enough that he probably wouldn't have been able to so easily toss it over one shoulder, if it weren't for the fact that he was in uniform. As it was, he hummed as he stepped up behind Alunite, considering fleeing civilians and the large number of slumped bodies littering aisles, weirdly post-apocalyptic under the fluorescent lights.

"...this is extremely unattractive." That was mostly to himself, came with a frown as his eyes skimmed the place over. Unattractive, and more than a bit creepy. He'd been in at one in the morning once or twice; it had been dead. A bit like this, right now. Ilmenite cleared his throat.

"Someone probably called cops, and while we'd probably be fine, I don't want to risk guns, so..." So time to go, perhaps. He raised an eyebrow at Alunite, head tipped. "I'm thinking out the front doors, maybe, and then teleport back into the bathrooms, so we came come out flustered and confused and no one looking at camera footage puts two and two together...?"