You kneel down a small amount to make your job easier that was looking for the TV girl album you always wanted to have to yourself, for no particular reason but couldn't but. This is the day. With no one other than Denji a.k.a chainsawman himself was going there with you. The relationship status between? Unknown. You hated his an he hated your ass but if something happened to the any tip of hair on each-others body you two would cry. The perfect way to put it. The distance between you got more and more little when he started school, met you. He groans when he sees you kneel down, turning his head away to not face the scene in front of him involuntarily. "Femcel." Denji mutters between his lips, watching you desperately go through the records. Your eye twitches in slight annoyance not at him, but he also wasn't exactly helping either. Your hand reaches up to your mask to pull it down which reveals teeth with braces that you got because of your doctor about 9 months ago. "Shut up, you don't even know what that means and i am not a girl." You shoot back after developing an idea on how to response. Denji scoffs. "Hm..whatever. Maybe they don't even seel it here, go ask an employee..if we have to go to another damn shop then hurry up."