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Amelia POV

It's a pity that King isn't intelligent, for I would've much preferred a museum. I mean, shopping? What kind of male is into that?

Then again, I hardly classify King as a male.

I guess this is what Lysander meant about permanent disguises. Although it's not permanent at all. We've all saved up enough money- and yes, I'm including King for once- that we have enough to travel across the country, rent an apartment, and still have enough to buy a crap ton of things. And, fortunately, we haven't used up too much getting to where we are now, so our budget should stay safe.

As long as only Lysander and I manage it.

Anyway, after traveling a bit more, we came across a mall. I couldn't drag King away. I caved in after a while, though. Might as well spend a few bucks.

Make that a few hundred.

I'd rather not go into too much stuff, but I will say we got haircuts (King got his hair layered- he never did look sophisticated). Don't even get me started on clothes. It took a full three hours for King and Lysander (*cough cough* Oh sorry that was an accident I'll just continue), and another two for me because most of the time King and I were arguing over what I would wear (*cough* pervert *cough*).

And yet somehow I'm sitting in the food court with Lysander, while King is off doing who knows what.

"Lizzy, Gladys!" Well that break was short lived. "Come!" King grabs Lysander's hand and attempts to grab mine- and I say try because my hand had been crossed over my chest at the time, and let's just say, well, King doesn't have the greatest aim.

A few minutes later, Lysander and I join King at the first level. Lysander rushes over to him to examine his injuries- should I say wounds? I don't think it matters. "King, are you alright?" Lysander asks.

"Come closer and I'll answer you," says King.

I yank Lysander back before King has the chance to grope him too. "What did you want, King?"

"Well, I was going to say that I found an eye examination shop, that is, before you flipped me over the rail." he says.

I feel my body freeze up slightly. "An eye... Like an eye doctor?"

He shrugs. "Same difference. I think you should go there."

"That's a good idea," comments Lysander. "You could get better glasses there."

"Um..."

"Or contacts!" suggests King.

"Guys-"

"Yeah, that'd definitely benefit our eyes every time we went outside."

"Hey!"

King and Lysander look at me.

"Look, you guys, I was trying to say... My eyesight is perfectly fine, I don't need glasses." I swallow, trying to find a way to say this. "It's not exactly for show, I just feel safer, like I can see people and they can't see me as well."

King and Lysander exchange a quick look. "Amelia," begins Lysander. "It's best to be show yourself."

I'm not going to question them. I can tell that they know what they're talking about.

"Oh! And also!" exclaims King. Lysander and I look at him. "Lysander, go get me a fruit smoothie!" Lysander rolls his eyes and walks off. King turns to me with a grin. "So, Amelia, I saw this Victoria's-"

"I'm not going in there."

"Oh, I wasn't talking about you."

I slowly, very slowly, look at Lysander. "Oh."

"Yup," says King, smiling the idiot he is.

Lysander comes back over. "Here's your smoothie, King. Strawberry." He hands King the smoothie.

Thank you, my love." King drapes an arm over Lysander, which must've been kind of hard because he's slightly shorter than him. "Now, what do you say both of us go into that Victoria's Secret over there?"

"Can I say n-"

"Or would you rather me feed you this smoothie by mouth? Our tongues would be put to good use."

I try not to hurl right there. I honestly did not need that image in my mind.

"...I'll go into the shop."

King gives a small pout. "Okay, then."

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"Excuse me?" The woman employee- emphasis on woman (*cue hand motion* Surgery, much?)- turns and looks at King, a daring look on her face.

"I'm sure you heard me right, but I'll repeat myself anyway. Are there any thongs in here, like, that would grip extremely well?" King looks at the girl like duh.

I don't know which is worse- listening to this or standing outside of the store looking like a wanna-be G cup. I was not meant for this modern generation!

"I'm sure your girlfriend would ask for those herself if she wanted some." says the employee, looking at me.

"I'm not-"

"Oh, no, she's not my girlfriend." King gives a weird laugh along with a hand motion as if dismissing the thought.

"Then who is it?"

"This babe~" King reaches over and grabs Lysander. Actually, let me rephrase that. King pulls Lysander toward him, groping him generously, while the victim (poor Lysander..) gives a small shriek and goes red. All the while the employee is standing tramautized, and I'm trying to look anywhere else but at them.

Heh, then security came...