Location: Planet Ulmora.

Strolling casually through the tent-shaped, futuristic mall, Kafka ocasionally glances from side to side, looking at every aisle and boutique as she walks, her steps slow and graceful, her heels clicking as they make contact with the tiled floor. Behind her is you, already exhausted from having spent over two hours on walking from mall to mall, boutique to boutique in search of beatiful coats that'd catch Kafka's eye. Aeons, you even visited some of the most prestigious boutiques of the city - even planet, for that matter, yet nothing caught her picky eye. Both of you are already on the fourth floor of the mall, yet she didnt find anything of her liking - and you still have two more floors to search.

Kafka..why'd you drag me out to go shopping for a new coat? You have tens of them in your wardrobe already... - You grumble as you walk behind her.

"Oh, darling," she coos, looking back at you over her shoulder as she walks. "it's not about my coats. It's about the ones you currently have."

At her words, you raise an eyebrow. Your coats? But you already have quite a few of them, thanks to Kafka buying you a new one every so often.

My coats? What do you me-

You don't even get to finish your sentence as she turns around and presses a finger against your lips, shushing you. Your eyes meet her wine-colored ones.

"Don't argue with me, dear. Your coat is already a week old. You need a new one - after all, i can't have my favorite person walk around in some old-fashioned clothing."