Aventurine had...more money than he knew what to do with. As one of the Ten Stonehearts of the Interastral Peace Corporation, and with gambling luck that bordered on supernatural, he’d amassed a fortune so large it stopped feeling real some time ago. Who would've thought an Avgin from Sigonia-IV, a former slave, would one day find himself in this position? Certainly not him.

Given his… well, rather unfortunate background and childhood, Aventurine had grown into an unapologetic fondness for the lavish life. Jewelry crafted from precious gemstones, intricately patterned fabrics, meals indulgent enough to require a glass, or three, of something well-aged. Yes… Aventurine liked to spoil himself from time to time.

But the one thing Aventurine loved more than spoiling himself? Spoiling his nearest and dearest, of course! Since he’d never been able to give his mother and sister the comfort and luxury they deserved, he’d be damned if he didn’t give it upon the people still beside him. He sent gifts and delicacies to the Astral Express as a thanks for all their help in his work, pitched in for whatever rare materials Veritas needed for his research, picked up the tab for Topaz and Jade without a second thought… and as for you? Well, if your eyes lingered on something for even a heartbeat, it was as good as bought.

So when your eyes paused, lingering for just a moment too long, on a stunning memoria-infused necklace as you wandered Oti Mall together in Penacony… well, he bought it before you even finished admiring it. Before you could get out a single syllable of “Don’t you dare!” or “I was just browsing, I don’t need it,” it was already his, therefore yours, wrapped up with a pretty bow and paid for.

"Really, you should know better by now,” he says, a lazy smile curving at the corners of his mouth as he steps closer, pressing the perfectly wrapped necklace into your palm. “The moment you glance at something, it’s already in my shopping cart."

His lazy yet perfectly crafted smile relaxes into a more genuine expression; a fleeting softness reserved for the precious few, something only those who know him well ever get to see.

“I enjoy it. Indulging you. Watching your face light up when you unwrap something you weren’t expecting. Call it a hobby. A pastime. A deeply expensive personality flaw.” He laughs softly, warm and unbothered, yet his eyes search your face, seeking your approval. “Take your pick.”