Her feet placed on the ground once again, Ash's torn shirt now covering her, his scarred chest bare against her view, her heart tripping over itself, causing it to palpitate. This causing Ash to smirk a bit.
"C'mon kid," he said, clipping her chainsaw to his belt before allowing her to climb back on him, gripping his shoulders.
"The next step better be finding new clothes." Mia groaned.
"They won't be new, but they'll be clothes."
"Wonderful. Lets get this over with."
Ash moved swiftly, even with her on his back, both on the look out for any sign of a clothes store or mall of some kid that wasn't totally destroyed.
Mia made sure to at least sneak some glances down at his bare chest, even though she knew now was not the time to be awestruck.
"There." He alerted, looking ahead to a small super-store which seemed to be somewhat stable. They were both surprised to have no encountered a demon yet, though they knew they might have to on their way in.
"Let's do this." She said, sliding off his back, and being sure to slide her hands down the muscle tones. Instead of giving back her chainsaw, he simply handed her his shot gun, to which she shrugged and accepted his judgement.
"You know how to use a boomstick, Princess?"
"Duh, we had a cabin in the woods, hunting was a thing."
The couple moved forward, Ash prying open the once-automatic door. It took one step inside for him to set of a noise trap. Immediately causing a rapid choir of howling from the back of the store.
"God damn it Ash!" Mia whispered harshly, mounting a counter in order to get a better view.
"How many?"
"Five. From what I can see."
Quickly preparing themselves for battle. It wasn't long before Mia had already taken out one with a blast to the head. Ash took another, slicing from its stomach and exiting its head in a messy uppercut.
With three more, Mia professionally took out another, studying Ash as he let out a war cry; both heads cut through as though he was simply slicing bread.
"Easy enough." Mia commented, hopping down from the counter, "Now, does this shithole have wearable shoes...?"
The search began, Ash following behind Mia like a dog tailing it's owner, walking through the aisles where the shoes were mostly destroyed, though many were not. Socks? Found easy in a dirty plastic package. Totally untouched by time and mayhem.
Mia hummed when she found a simple pair of black sneakers in her size, and slipped them on after the socks, causing a sigh of relief, "Thank God."
"Great, now hurry up and find some clothes, I can't stand the stench of these bodies." Ash huffed, folding his arms over his chest. She stood, leading him to where they needed to go.
"Whoa." Ash's brows rose as Mia's face lit up with surprise. It seemed most of the clothes were only slightly dirty, what was unseeable already on the ground.
"Perfect." Ash heard, seeing that she had already grabbed a pair of skinny black jeans in her size, a new belt, a red camisole and- a black bra?
"Uhm...?" Ash tilted his head.
"Like I said, I wasn't exactly prepared to fight demons when I left the house." She muttered, heading to the back. He followed, only until she stopped him by a swinging door.
"No peeking." She ordered, firmly, closing the door and forcing it to lock. He began to mock her with several goofy faces, "I can hear you making faces."
"Who are you, my mother?"
"No, thank God for that."
Ash paused, leaning against the fitting room door, "...do you really think there's a God? If there is he must have one vile sense of humor."
"I didn't, but there's got to be a God if there's a Satan. And there's-"
"Definitely a Satan." They finished in unison, also sighing together.
"So I never got your whole story kid."
"It's pretty much the same as yours. Only my arm got caught under a jeep, and I was the one stuck in the basement most of the time." She grumbled.
"I'm assuming that's who she is?"
"Yup. The abomination..." She trailed off.
"How'd you fare after leavin'?"
"Simple, cops thought it was a crazy horror movie homicide, that I got out by fighting tooth and nail," he heard her movement stop, "People become kind when you're famous. Money. Security. Free shit..." Ash fell silent, "Almost bled out, blacked out, last i remembered was defeating that bitch... until they found me. They came up with that bullshit story by the time I woke up in the hospital..."
"And the fake hand?"
"Anonymous donor. Paid for my therapy and everything." Heaving another sigh, she pushed the door open, leading to him moving away. She didn't even ask how she looked, even though he simply gawked at her; until she threw his shirt back at him, "lets go, we need to find food."
"Hang on, princess." He halted, having been switching out his shirt by the time she turned back to him, she simply watched with hidden enthusiasm as he changed into the colbalt blue shirt, "With all the attention, I'm surprised you weren't snatched up by a boy. Or girl. If you're into that sorta thing." He smirked, tucking the shirt in.
"A handful of one night stands with either, and some that don't fit in either category-" Ash gave a creeped out stare, "Doesn't count as a solid relationship. Everyone wants to fix the broken toy, not keep it."
"You just need someone who knows what'ch'er goin' through." He smiled weakly, placing a hand on her shoulder. She returned the half-assed smile.
Mia hesitated, biting her lip, only for Ash to speak, "So did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"When you fell from heaven?" Ash gave a sappy grin, and received a punch in the arm instead of a wordful reply.