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She could not recall now what exactly she'd said, or done, that had lead to the pair of them spending the afternoon at the mall. It must have been something good, considering how much she knew the young man disliked shopping. Something that would have come in handy the next time she hoped to get Nathan to join her in something that wasn't exactly his cup a tea.

A shame she couldn't.

Either way, they were there now, hand in hand, strolling down one side of the wide walkway on the main level. The petite ginger was watching the fronts of the stores as they passed them, eyeing the clothing on the mannequins, the signs for sales. All of it while her free hand slid made idle passes up and down Nate's bare forearm.

"Is there anything you need while we're here?" A tip of her chin let her smile up at him, half sweet, half pleased.

She had, in the months she'd been staying with him and his parents, managed to get the odds and ends she had needed, but rebuilding a wardrobe from scratch was a slow affair, especially when she didn't want to seem like she was taking advantage of her surrogate family.

She gave him a thoughtful sort of look at his answer, but let it go. He did have clothing, though she couldn't have said from what season they were from. Granted, she did not usually follow Nathan's particular style. For as good as the punkish fashion looked on her boyfriend, she did not think she could pull it off nearly as well.

The sigh had her patting his arm.

"Falls coming, but most of the clothing I have is all summery. I need some things with sleeves, and some pants." Also some leggings, and perhaps a new fall jacket if something caught her eye.

Unfortunately for the young Mr. Darrow, he'd fallen for a girl that was something of a fashionista in her civilian life. At the very least, she was no long half as big a pain in the a** as she had been when she'd first been awakened into her previous court. Having to start over had mellowed her. Having to start over again was mellowing her further.

But those weren't the right stores, Nathan. He had much to learn about shopping. Much to learn.

Delicate features lit up in a bright smile as he drew her in close to lay a kiss on her head, and she slid an arm around his hips, leaning into him as they walked.

"There's a few stores that have really cute jeans," she informed him happily as they continued on their way. "And they're not overly long, like most." It was a constant problem she had when it came to looking for more designer styled pants. She was slim, but she was not tall, and the pant legs tended to run long. She usually had to have them hemmed, or had to roll them. The latter only looked good with certain styles.

"I think there's a Game Stop across from one of them," she mentioned, tone thoughtful. "Wasn't there a game coming out that you wanted?"

The sarcasm was met with a soft pinch to his side to make him twitch. She knew where he was ticklish She knew all too well.

"Yes, it's because I'm so short," she answered him with a roll of her eyes, tone as flat as she could manage it through the smile that was trying to creep over her lips, despite her best efforts. "It must be so nice, being a size that's so standard."

Elle had figured the promise of stopping at the game store would make the trip a little more enjoyable for him. The young man liked his games, and Elle was finding she liked to watch him play them. Even sometimes try to play as well, though she was terrible at the first person shooters, and the horror games made her jump something awful. The fighting games though, she was surprisingly good at those. She'd even managed to beat him a few times.

They were nearing the store she wanted, and there, as she'd promised, the Gamestop sign across from it. She'd steer him towards the clothing store though, before he could run off to look at the new releases. They could do that together. First he was going ot have to suffer a bit for the short jokes.

Though with her modeling the various jeans for him, was it really suffering? Elle looked good in denim.

She couldn't help the satisfied little curl of lips, nor the soft, almost delicate snort that followed his retort. "You're lucky you're cute," she warned him, giving him another soft pinch as they entered the store.

It was a trendy chain, higher end, if Nathan happened to glance at any of the price tags. She was, sadly, fairly spoiled when it came to, well, most things. A change of life style, twice, had not dampened her taste in things once, it had simply slowed the rate at which she went shopping. She let go of his hand so she could smooth fingers along the length of a skirt she really didn't need, but it was so pretty.

Thankfully she left it where it was, mercifully walking past most of the racks to reach the back wall and the shelves of jeans that were displayed there. Ellie went immediately the rows indicating her size, browsing through what there was available.

After grabbing a few pairs, she turned to look for Nathan again.

He could get away with a lot, it was true. Navi had fallen for him as senshis, as enemies, and their opposing factions had put a serious strain on a relationship they had both tried, and failed, to rebel against. In the end it had been clear, at least in her eyes(and his, she believed), that they were simply meant to be.

To her surprise the young man had kept close. She gave him a stunned, albeit pleased look as she spotted him and he gave her a thumbs up, chuckling softly before the comment had her wrinkling her nose at him.

Though her grin, as she turned, might have been just a touch satisfied.

"I'm going to try these on really quick." A pause, then she glanced over her shoulder at him, brows arching. "Do you want to see how they look?" She could model them for him, Elle certainly didn't mind. Especialyl not if it made this all a little more fun for her boyfriend.

He was absolutely incorrigible and she loved him for it. That wicked grin was met with one of her own, though she did make a valiant attempt to keep a straight face while the sales associate was giving them an odd look. With a barely contained giggle she grabbed for Nathan's hand to pull him along towards the changing rooms. "I might, but I don't think they'll let you in with me."

The idea, though, was just a little exciting.

When they reached the fitting rooms Elle turned to take the jeans from Nathan's arms, but she also reached up to run the tips of painted nails along the underside of his chin, beckoning him down to her so she could lay a kiss on his lips, then murmur against them. "You can help me out of my jeans when we get home."

Then she was gone, giggling as she headed into the nearest open room so she could try the jeans she'd picked out. Maybe it was finally being able to share more of their lives together, maybe it was getting to know him as a person as well as a senshi, or maybe it was just that they had so much more time together now. Regardless, it never seemed as though Elle could ever get enough of her trouble maker boyfriend.