sylus is rich. disgustingly so. he only eats at fancy restaurants and shops at big ticket department stores.
there is nothing i would like to do more than show him the beautiful world of street dumplings and second hand hobby stores.
10 dumplings for ten dollars? they can't be good. wrong. they're mouthwatering. hidden store with other people's used stuff? definitely just trash in there. wrong. they've got rare vinyls he's been looking for for ages on auction sites.
there's so many beautiful things he hasn't experienced due to his absurd wealth and i think that's just tragic. i want to see him eat a messy burger from my favorite diner. i want to see him find vintage designer sweaters in thrift stores for five dollars. i want to see him do normal poor person activities.
there is nothing i love more than sylus x an insanely normal person. a man drenched in gold and diamonds and his partner who prefers wearing sweats. a man used to the finest things in life and a partner who is content with common pleasures. delightful.
