A song unfamiliar to him began playing through the speakers. It was a bit off from what he usually would listen to, but far from bad. Drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, he began to attempt some small talk.
"Anything you'd like to ask me? To you I'm still somewhat of a stranger," Andre said with a light hearted chuckle.
Met fiddled with the stations until they came across a talking show. It seemed to be a comedy one. He smiled a little. He liked to hear people laughing and having a good time. He heard Andre talk but didn’t register what he said.
“Sorry?”
Andre felt a sudden warmth in his chest seeing Met smile for the first time. He hoped he would smile more often like that. "No need for apologies," he started, giving him a warm grin. The older man then repeated himself, interested in what he might say.
Met shrugged a little. “I don’t know what to ask. You seem very straightforward and intelligent. The only thing I can think of is, what type of living space do you live in?”
"I have a large apartment a little ways from here," he replied, starting to slow as he approached their destination. It was a fairly priced place, ranging in clothes from teen to adult ages. Smiling, Andre took out the key and opened the door, allowing the cooler air from outside in. Frowning slightly, the adult wanted to make sure they at least left with a coat.
Met got out of the car, impassive to the cold air. He never truly cared about the cold, since he always walked and slept out in it. He walked around the car, the gravel tickling the bottoms of his feet, to meet Andre.
Offering Met a small smile, Andre sauntered up to the building, holding open the door for him. After he was inside, the man let the door gently shut on its own.
"You're allowed to pick what you like from here. Don't bother worrying about the price, alright?"
Met gave a little thrill of anxiety. Everything in the store looked very expensive.
“Um… okay.” He spotted a rack of nice little scarves. It was over in the Women’s section, though.
Noticing where Met was glancing, Andre softened his look.
"I won't judge if one of those catches your eye," he commented quietly.
Met chewed on his lip. He glanced over at the Men’s section. Nothing really appealed to him over there. Maybe a few lounge shirts, but the softer colored femnine wear looked healthier and more fitting for his body type. He glanced at Andre, not sure what to think. He didn’t want people to think we was weird. Especially if he were going to go to school soon.
(Sorry, heck I am so bad at this. I'm not as sure with my responses because I'm used to playing younger characters ahaha)
Andre gave Met a soft nod. If anything came up, then it would be an easy lie to say they were picking out clothes for a sibling or something of the sort. For the younger male's skinnier form, perhaps the women's clothes would fit better.
(It’s okay. If ya want, we can send wittle Met to school and watch him suffer there.)
Met looked back over at the clothes and slumped slightly in his posture before scooting over. He felt highly aware of everyone in the store, including Andre, whose quiet footsteps behind him sounded intimidating.
(Aw oof)
(Oof what?)
(The idea of Met having to suffer oof)
Honestly, the look of some of the shirts seemed quite nice. Thinking about it, some of his clothing probably was in a woman's size, including the black and blue plaid shirt flannel he currently was wearing. Huh, go figure. The man smiled to himself giddily, wondering if they had something similar to something he already had so he and Met would match. It sounded quite weird actually, but the idea was nice for a moment. Figuring Met didn't want to be left alone in the section, he stayed in the vicinity, looking at different patterned long sleeved shirts. It was likely he needed a large in some brands, an extra large due only to the boy's tall stature.
(I think you are looking for the word, Flannels. He’d suffer but there’d also be a guy that stands up for him and is his frien. That guy may or may not become a love interest.)
Met glanced over at Andre and wandered over to the rack of scarves. He reached out and poked a shimmery blue and silver one, liking how it moved in the light. He could imagine himself wearing it and being warm. Warmth was nice, but at what cost?
(Yeah my brain couldn't think of the word for some reason. Also heck yes. Andre would be a supportive dad and kinda be giddy that Met would be gay lol)
Noticing Met's hesitation, Andre gave a nod. Andre could only hope this would help their future together. The boy still seemed a bit nervous around him…
Met looked back down at the scarf. He took it carefully, holding it in his hands. It shimmered like an ocean wave in his hands. He always wanted to go and see the ocean.
(Do we want to skip to progress this? XD)
(Yesssssssss please.)
The two ended up leaving with a few outfits, a decent enough coat, a pair of shoes, and the shimmering blue scarf that Met already seemed to love. After the short drive, Andre parked in his usual space in front of a tall building with several windows. Despite how large, it seemed to be decently inviting. For a stranger however, it might have been a bit much. Before long, the adult in the pair had already grabbed the shopping bags and lead the taller male into one of the elevators at the sides of the room. Pushing the button for the 6th floor, the small room rose.
Met carefully wrapped the scarf around his neck and peeked out of it like an owl. He glanced nervously at Andre as the elevator rose. Met wasn’t much of a fan of elevators.
As the elevator let out a soft chime, the sliding doors opened. Allowing Met to exit first, Andre guided him towards the left of the hallway. Fishing the door key out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and held it open despite his semi-full hands. A small kitchen lay to the left, bathroom to the right of the entrance. Beyond that lay a modern living space with black couches and a basic 40 inch television. To the right there seemed to be a short hall with two doors opposite each other.
Met looked around and hovered outside of the door, peering over Andre’s shoulder nervously. His icy blue eyes glistening nervously past the blue scarf he wrapped around his face.
There was a wide window, letting in the light, making the room feel more spacious than it probably was. Not noticing Met's hesitation, he had placed the bags on the couch. Turning, he finally noticed the taller man. Calmly smiling at him, he gave a quick motion with his hand.