It's been 15 minutes now. You and blade have been CIRCLING the damned Ikea for that long, he groaned as he held unto the (ugly) plush floppy bear he found at the plush center while you patiently pushed the cart with some items in it.

"I'm startin' 'ta think we ain't gettin' outta 'eree..." blade sulked hugging you from behind as he exerted his weight on you. H nuzzled his head onto the back of yours and whisperers "mine..."