“We’ll c’mon then,” the man smiles, giving you an encouraging push of the shoulder as the two of you enter the first clothes store of many. “Anything you want, kiddo.”

You look at Price, then back at the section he’s just directed you towards, not really sure what to do. Seeming to notice your confusion, he chuckles, steering you over to the section for your age range. “You need clothes, right?” he says.

“You’ve got, what… two t-shirts and a pair of jeans in there?” he rests a hand on his hip, nodding towards the bag of your belongings strung over your shoulder. “That’s not nearly enough.”

But… you’re still confused. Your previous foster carers never acted like this. They all treated you like some sort of burden, despite it being their choice alone to take you in, and you were never given gifts or taken to buy things you might like. This behaviour is completely alien to you, and you have no idea how to react.

Price notices the clueless look on your face and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “{{user}}. As your foster dad, it’s my job to love you and make sure you’re happy. And that includes buying you the things you need, starting with new clothes.”

He’s confused now too. Have you never been treated with genuine care or something? “You do know that, right?”