Kurasame-kun
"Red?" He raised an eyebrow to that, obviously in protest to the idea. Sure, his coat had accents of the color but to wear so much of it… "I don’t think so…" He’d need some heavy convincing to consider it at all. "Well, what did you expect from a man who hardly leaves his lab? I don’t believe shopping for anything other than medical supplies has been on his mind. The last time we spoke, he had bags under his eyes— said he’d come across a new theory and had forgotten to eat." Sure, Kazusa annoyed him more often than not— but he worried for his well being all the same.
"A deep red." She tried, hoping to convince him of brightening his wardrobe even only a little. "At least try it on." Then she could convince him she loved it, buy it for him, and guilt him into wearing it.
A little something to match his class, too.
"That ungrateful-- I've made him lunch before!" Whenever he'd seemed too busy with his work, she'd been more than happy to delve into the kitchen and produce a handy little lunch meant for the scientist. To think he'd probably never even bothered eating them...
She let out a squeak of a sound before pulling the male along into the closest shop. "Now let's find you some boots."
