“Do you want it?”

Douma chuckled, hands in his pockets as he looked at his partner. It was so cute of them, looking at the price tags on everything and asking if they could buy something from the mall. He’d already told them, money wasn’t a problem. They didn’t even have to ask, he just loved to spoil them.

“And don’t tell me ‘oh, but it’s- but it’s $300,’ or ‘oh it’s so expensive though,’ I told you.” He winked, taking his card from his pocket.

“Money isn’t a problem.”