howdoeshedeweyit Dewey blushed as he walks, he then around at the place and smiled, he then looked at Louie. “No, do you know where you’re going?” He asked his little brother, smiling.
Louie laughed softly under his breath, keeping a tight hold onto the other's hand. He then stopped to look towards Dewey, again, keeping a gentle smile on his face. "No. I was following you." He admitted before he gazed up at the shop in front of him. It was a thrift store. He was unsure if that's where Dewey wanted to take him, but they were stopped in front of it, so he really wasn't complaining all that much as of now. "Is this where you wanted to go, Dew?" He asks in a bit of curiosity.










