”Is it alright if I go clothes shopping, while you look at the comics? This is sorta my last change of clothes.“ She laughed, feeling some normalcy return.
"Course, stinky," she winked. She relaxed a bit, her irritation largely vanishing. There were two things that frustrated her to no end in relationships: cliches and being constantly taken care of. She wanted to stand on her own feet, and of course, not want to gag when her sweetheart decided to be romantic.
”I really am sorry Eddie. I am acting like a child, and I’ll try to do better.“ Eddie shook her head. She appreciated the gesture, but she knew that Mercury was inexperienced. He didn't need to apologize for that.
"I'm just supremely stubborn and a bit stressed," Eddie explained. She gave him a hug, and a delicate kiss on the cheek.
”I can get you something too if you want. I can sorta figure out the style you like. Plus Magi knows your sizes.“She raised an eyebrow, and snorted.
Of course the masks knew what size she was. However, the prospect of Mercury attempting to buy clothes for her was amusing.
"Alright, but if I don't like it, you have to wear it," Eddie wagered, her tongue poking out slightly in her grin.
"Choose wisely~"Putting a hand on Mercury's arm and squeezing gently, Edwina parted and went into the comic book store. It was a way for her to destress, to escape. Quickly, she went over to the DC comic section, and looked for the L's. There, on the shelf, was the comic about her
favorite superhero: Lucifer.
Quickly paying for it, Eddie took the book and waited outside of the clothing store, relaxing as she read about the problems and worries of someone else. In a way, she felt like Lucifer was her brother, another version of herself. They shared the same name, after all. Misunderstood--that's what bonded her with him. He was rebelling against a predetermined fate, something she strived to do as well.
Pulling out her phone, she scrolled to the new contact--Mercury. She sent off a little text:
Are we boyfriend-girlfriend?She put her phone away, only to notice it begin to ring. And ring and ring and ring. She grimaced: it was her mother. Answering the phone, she listened to a lecture about leaving Brazil with no note, about failing to show up at the train station, and a thousand other things Eddie supposedly had done.
Finally, her mother ordered her to come home.
"I've...I've gone out with my boyfriend," Eddie murmured.
Her mother didn't care. She wanted Eddie to come home immediately--and if she would, bring the young man with her. It was time for some good old fashioned motherly intervention.