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Right. Okay. Condomquest.

[Dan Feng smacks him in the chest before shoving him off, ears red as he stomps out of the shrine.

He stops though, waits for Randy to catch up, so he can turn to him woodenly and ask,]

Where do we find. Those.

Pretty sure the shops have 'em.

[Yanking him in the direction of the shops.

Stops in the middle of the road.]

How do you know have you been having relations with anyone else.

Babe I'm kinda a slut.

Give me your phone.

Why?

I want to see who you have been talking to.

[The wide eyed look on his face says so I can kill them.]

I ain't really been using my phone, honey. Also, stop that.

Don't call me that when I'm mad at you and want to break your ribs open and sit in your stomach cavity and sleep in your viscera and.

[He trails off. Blinks at him.]

Stop what.

Stop being jealous out of nowhere. You just got me.

I acquire a lot of things but I have never been able to keep anything.

We've been over that. But you can't just take your jealousy out on others retroactively.

Why not?

It's not fair and it'll piss me off.

Why should I care about what my things feel?

Because I care about what you feel.

[He's visibly thinking about this...]

So if I do not care about your feelings you will stop caring about mine.

Probably not entirely. It's not a threat. It's just harder to care when it ain't mutual.

[He'd rather die than admit he really does not want to lose Randy's attention, but then again he'd rather die than most things, if not all. The point is that he stares at Randy owlishly for about five more seconds than socially acceptable, before turning his nose up and hmphing his way onward without further complaint.]

[huffs a little sigh and follows along silently. this feels like progress, somehow.]

[He stomps all the way to the shops, reaching the first place that remotely looks like a pharmacy. He then stops - hangs back - he is definitely not... hiding behind Randy or anything. His ears have gone pink again.]

...you talk to the shopkeep.

[huffs a little laugh]

Sure.

[and he'll step forward, chatting up the shopkeep with relaxed, friendly ease. it really seems like they already know each other. he asks straightforwardly about the condoms, their capacity, any specialty items along those lines-- turns out they do have some with uncommon stretch and sturdiness, and when Randy sideways jokes about eggs, he's met with very serious insistence they'd hold. but they aren't cheap.]

[He's put a possessive hand on the small of Randy's back, but he's still a step behind Randy. He's quiet, not because he's passive, but because he's getting intense secondhand embarrassment about the - the - the condom talk.]

We can - we can save for the. That version. Can you hurry up.

[He isn't making eye contact with the shopkeep either, the very picture of bashful, blushing partner.]

[cuuuute... there is a distinct sense Randy would be wagging his tail if he had one.]

You got it, darlin'.

[just buying a value pack of Normal Condoms, then, and saying goodbye to the shopkeep.]

Shall we?

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