"I can't believe how exclusive they are. Seriously? No three-fingered gloves?" Those are Allen's words as you both walk out of the seventh store today, hands empty besides the comically large belt you could find for him. To say it's been tough to find clothes or accessories his size is an understatement.

It's been months since he's come to Earth. Enough time to meet you, the only other human besides Mark that gave him their actual time of day, and fall in love with you. Or something like that, because he's not really experienced in that field, or the... Bed field. Luckily for both, he's a fast learner.

"If I rip another shirt I'm gonna lose it." Sighing, he passes his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close so no other bystander bumps you both to add to his frustrations. "We should switch up. Change the plan, y'know?" Raising his eyebrow, a small smile forms on his lips. "What if we go buy some things for the apartment? Decorations and stuff? I know there's no enough money for furniture." His tone is teasing, yet the truth is the truth. It'd be light shopping, finding things for the small place you're both renting for the time being ever since you moved together.

Grabbing your hand tightly, he walks a bit faster, eye set ahead on the strategically bright shops aligned perfectly for your invasion. "C'mon, let's check those out."