Aoba is taken a back whenever he enters the pet store. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. The whole store is just full of anything a pet or pet owner could ever want and need. One side of the store is filled with shelves upon shelves that are completely stocked, while the other store has what seems like every time of pet imaginable.

The shop is noisy, but Aoba doesn't mind at all. He is in paradise. This is the happiest he has been in a while. He clutches Ren and looks up at his guardians. The blonds look at one another before sending Aoba an identical smile. "Go ahead and look around," Virus tells him.

"Get whatever you want," Trip says, giving him a slight push forward. The teen wastes no time taking off, going to the first aisle that had more leashes and collars than Aoba could even try to take the time to count. They had ones of every color and size and ones with almost every pattern imaginable.

"Ah…Which one should I get you, buddy?" Aoba asks Ren, all the decisions giving him a head ache. Thanks to Trip and Virus, Aoba knew what colors would go well with the shade of blue Ren's fur was. His golden eyes gaze first over the colors, finally settling on a basic black one with a little syringe ornament hanging off it. "What do you think?" He asks, holding the collar up to the pup, who answers him with a small yip. Aoba takes that as a yes and averts his gaze to the leashes. He picks a simple black one that matches perfectly with the collar, not wanting to get a combo that's mismatched.

"How about we get you some toys?" he asks, scratching the top of Ren's head, making the pup give a happy little yip. Taking that as a yes, Aoba moves over to the aisle with the dog toys. There were so many different ones, most of them for bigger dogs, but there were a few smaller toys, on the bottom hooks. He squats down, roaming over the tiny selection that was there. The toys were a small variation of rope and squeaky toys. "Maybe since there's not that many, we can just get all of them?" Ren lets out a bark which causes Aoba to laugh. "Alright."

He gets up and goes to get a basket, putting the toys, and a couple of small play balls into it along with the leash and collar. "Hm…What else do I need to get you?" He murmurs, tapping his chin in thought.

"Need some help?" A voice behind him asks, causing him to jump. He turns and his eyes widen at the person who the voice belongs to. He's tall and built. His hair is blue and long, pulled up into a low pony tail that rests over his shoulder. His skin is darker than Aoba's own and is nearly flawless besides the scar going across his nose. His eyes are red, but despite the color they seem kind.

The name on his nametag reads Koujaku.

If he could, Aoba would be blushing right about now. In his eyes, this man was absolutely gorgeous. Besides his guardians, this man had to be one of the most beautiful person he has seen. Not being able to form words, Aoba merely nods at the male's question.

The employee chuckles lightly and takes the shopping basket from Aoba, acting as if this has happened to him plenty of times before. "Looks like you got a good start," he said, giving Aoba a smile that would stop his heart if it was currently beating. Aoba returns the smile and nods again.

"Y-Yeah…I had a pretty good idea of what to get, but no clue where to start after getting these things," he says, rubbing the back his neck with his newly free hand. He gets another chuckle from the employee.

"No worries. We'll just go down the aisles. I don't think you need much more. Just food, bowls, maybe a bed, some treats." Aoba just nods. He supposed the food and bowls were essential. How could he have not thought of that? He feels so stupid right now.

Koujaku leads Aoba to another aisle where the food is located. As they head into the aisle, Aoba catches a glimpse at Trip and Virus, who're watching him like a hawk. He guessed they just wanted to make sure that this man didn't harm him. Sometimes they could be a little overprotective, but at least that told Aoba that they really care for him.

"They're watching you uncomfortably close…"

"They do that. I don't get out much and they worry," Aoba explains, hugging Ren tighter against him. Sometimes it did get a tad annoying, but he always had to remind himself they just cared a little too much. He knew it was weird to anyone else but their little family, but he guessed that made it all the more sweet.

"I think I would go crazy," Koujaku jokes, eyes going between the different brands of food. Aoba only shrugs, unsure of how to reply to that. The silence grows between them, even after Koujaku puts a small bag of food into the basket along with another bag that contained treats before he leads Aoba to the aisle where the beds and food bowls reside.

"So if you don't get out much, what is it that you do with your time?" Koujaku asks, finally breaking the silence between them, the bluenette having sparked his interest. It wasn't everyday he had a mild shut in come into his store, especially one with such protective…parents.

"Oh. I have tons of things to do. I listen to music and I have video games I play. Trip and Virus also keep me from being bored as well; they're great company." Well…they were his only company. He didn't mind though, loved them so much and owed them a lot. They meant everything to him.

Koujaku hums at his answer, the last part not sitting well with him, but he wouldn't let that show. It all just sounded too odd to him. What guardians watched their ward that close and didn't let him out hardly ever? It wasn't any of his business, but the whole idea rubbed him the wrong way. Even so, he brushes it off and just gives Aoba a nod. "I see. They sound alright then."

"They are," Aoba tells him as he picks up a dark blue bed with a black bone on the front, the inside lined with what looks like white wool. Whatever it is, it's soft. He places it into the basket before he eyes the bowls. "They're the best things to happen to me," he says with a small smile, only half believing it. He used to think that, but ever since they had turned him he wasn't exactly sure anymore.

"All that matters," Koujaku hums. He picks up a pair of navy blue bowls, the inside of them white with a paw print the same color as the outside in the middle. "If you're going for a color scheme, I think these would work."

"Thanks," Aoba says before nodding, signaling for Koujaku to go ahead and just place them in the basket. Koujaku does as he is told, chancing a glimpse at the very protective blonds as he does so. He clears is throat, taking a step away from the bluenette.

"Ah…this should be enough to last you awhile; give you a good start," Koujaku said, just wanting the 'twins' out of his shop. They were honestly starting to give him the creeps with how closely they were watching Aoba.

He leads Aoba to the counter, taking the basket from him and setting it beside the register. As he does this, Trip and Virus step up, standing uncomfortably close to Aoba. Virus put his hand on the teen's shoulder as Trip takes out his wallet to pay. They both watch Koujaku sickeningly close as the dark haired male rings up the items, which makes him fidget slightly by balancing his weight from one foot to another as well as by biting his lip lightly.

Aoba notices this and looks between his guardians as well as the cashier. He shifts slightly, keeping Ren close to his chest. He could feel the tension although he couldn't understand why. Did his guardians think this man was going to hurt him? If so, he was certain he could protect himself with his new strength; new powers even, but his guardians were just too overprotective.

Besides he doubts this man would even do any harm to him. He seems very kind, almost trusting. He wouldn't mind making a friend out of him if he was able, but it was unlikely to ever happen. He hadn't once had a friend since going into his guardians' care. To be honest he hadn't had one before that but that wasn't the point really. He wanted friends that weren't animals, though he didn't see that happening any time soon, or maybe ever if he was being totally honest with himself.

His only human interaction he would ever now was to stalk them as prey and feed on their blood until his belly was full. Although…He would have to come back here for food for Ren, maybe even if they couldn't be friends, they could stay acquaintances and talk as his items were being rung up. That could always work, it would be some interaction with this male, who Aoba honestly had to admit was pretty cute.

"Come, Aoba."

He only realizes he is staring at Koujaku whenever he was brought out of his thoughts by Virus' commanding voice. He would blush if he could. He gives Koujaku a small smile before he hurries out of the shop, trailing behind his two guardians. He chances a glance back, wanting once last look at his face because who knows how soon it will be before he sees the dark haired male again.