Aruto entered the shopping center and his gaze wavered from left to right. He didn't really come here often because usually it was extremely busy and he hated big crowds. He didn't want to get pushed around by careless strangers. So he usually tried to avoid busy and packed areas. But today he had decided to visit the busy shopping area because he had some free time to kill. The silver haired student strolled along a line of shops, looking aimlessly at the windows. He dared not venture in the actual stories. This was his type of shopping.. a quick glance. 

He came to a halt when something had actually caught his eye. He turned to face the window and examined the sweater in the store. "Not bad.." It was a pretty simple red hoodie but then again he didn't exactly dress flamboyant or anything. He usually wore similar attire, a sweater with a white shirt and a black tie. His pants were also a simple black.

He turned around and continued his stroll, unsure if he was even able to afford anything in this stores right now. "Everything is so expensive." He mumbled.

Gwen Rushman

He was the congregation's vagrant With an unrequited love When your passion's exaltation Then finding refuge is not enough She was the youngest of the family And the last to be let go When they decided they would try to make it on their own Oh memories Where'd you go You were all I've ever known How I miss yesterday How'd I let it fade away Where'd you go

Guinevere was never one to not spend money. She'd been raised in a wealthy family, and it was never really a concern with her parents. Most people would have called that line of belief selfish and careless, but in reality, Gwen hardly ever spent money on herself, save for the occasional lab equipments and other necessities. No, the ginger-haired girl mostly spent her money on her friends. It was her way of showing her affection and it had become a slightly unhealthy habit of hers. It could be from the simplest of charm bracelets to the all-out shopping spree, she didn't really care. The more things she could buy for them, the better. So, she was more than ecstatic when she came across a certain silver-haired boy at the shopping centre. Gwen grinned mischievously and made her way to Aruto. She caught a glimpse of him not too long ago looking at a red sweater and instantly knew what she would be doing for the rest of the day. "Aruto!" she greeted cheerily, slinging one arm around the boy's shoulders and flashing him an impish grin. "So, what're we going to do?" Gwen was never really one for casual greetings, preferring to get straight to the point.

Continuing his stroll he suddenly heard his name and his eyes widened in surprise as someone's arm went around his shoulders. "..." His gaze became blank and when he realized who it was. A mixture of puzzlement and embarrassment swept over his expression. "...Hello Gwen." He greeted casually with a raise of his brow. "...we?" He found himself inquiring aloud and he glanced at her. "What exactly are you going on about?" Aruto managed a small smirk.

"You aren't thinking of dragging me shopping, are you? Just because we happen to bump into each other in a place like this?" He knew her well. She blew her money on other people, and although he respected her lack of vanity with her money he also had to question her prerogative. "What exactly are your intentions today, Gwen?" Somehow he had been hesitant to ask that. Aru didn't know if this was going to turn out well. This was probably going to end badly for him at least.

He was the congregation's vagrant With an unrequited love When your passion's exaltation Then finding refuge is not enough She was the youngest of the family And the last to be let go When they decided they would try to make it on their own Oh memories Where'd you go You were all I've ever known How I miss yesterday How'd I let it fade away Where'd you go

Gwen kept her crooked grin on her face and her arm slung around the younger boy's shoulders. Her inquisitive green eyes were bright with enthusiasm and obvious amusement. The expression Aruto held on his face was something familiar to Gwen. "Hey, babe! You know, you really should fix your hair more often. I mean, a haircut would be nice. Oh, but then again that does suit you, so I guess you wouldn't need it. A little styling wouldn't hurt too.." the ginger-haired girl trailed off. She was prone to getting off-topic and babbling about nonsense before unexpectedly going back to the point. A fake pained expression painted her facade. "Aru, I'm wounded!" she gasped theatrically, "why would you accuse me of such things?! I would never hurt you on purpose!" Then she turned a little confused and curious. "Or would I? I mean, if the situation calls for it of course. Anyway, since you so kindly asked: yes, I'm here to not only be willing arm candy, a living, breathing shield against the greedy claws of the female race, but also to take you on a brilliant shopping endeavor!" And with that, Gwen slipped her arm around his and practically dragged the silver-haired teen back to the shop where he saw the sweater. "Onwards to greatness, my fellow lad!"