Your nephilim boyfriend is an excellent shopping companion.
You've got a good system in stores now, for the most part- he pushes the cart, while you push yourself.
"What specifically are we here for, again?" He glances at the long rows of timber lining one side of the aisle as you make your way down it.
"I need a specific kind of Karelian marble to finish this project," You explain. "My usual importer is having supply problems because of the weather."
Usually, you like to visit the direct source of where you get your materials first, so you know you can trust it to not have errant traces of magic attached. Magic has a funny way of quirking things up, given any chance.
"And… this hardware store has that sort of thing?" He asks, thoughtfully.
"Not wholesale, no. But they carry wall tiles made of it that I can repurpose."
"Well, isn't that clever." He says, in the kind of way he does where you can just feel the gush of unsaid compliments dammed up behind the bit of praise.
Just as you've made it into an aisle with more stone than wood, your search is interrupted by an overzealous employee that seems to materialize out of nowhere.
After a generic greeting, it only takes one brief glance for the clerk to disengage from you completely, and instead turn his complete attention to the angelic man at your side.
"What are you looking for today?"
Even with just that minor gesture, you can feel the years of suppressed rage roiling up in your chest.
It's always the same- people see the chair and immediately write you off, as if you were a piece of furniture.
Your poor angel looks like he's caught in the the headlights of a car, even though you just reminded him of the name of what you're looking for.
"Oh, um, you're asking me? Hahah," All of his eyes blink sheepishly at the shop worker, one after another. "Some kind of… marble, I believe…?"
"Well, what's the project?"
"You should really ask my companion," He finally recovers from the shock of being asked a question outside of his preferred field of study. "They're the expert."
"Is that right?" He says awkwardly, looking back at you like he's seeing you for the first time.
"Yes, they have actually have an entire exhibit at the Metro Spire of Art right now." If it was anyone else, you would think he was playing dumb, laying it on thick just to draw out the other man's discomfort. But your darling boyfriend actually IS that polite of a person, so you can never quite tell with him. "Maybe you've heard of them…?"
Normally you would take over from here and speak up for yourself, but you're enjoying watching this guy flounder enough to instead continue to sit and pointedly watch, letting your partner keep doing… whatever this is.
"Eh, I don't- get over to that side of the city much, really..."
"Well, perhaps you should," The white feathers on his wings ruffle in pride. "They're extremely talented."
"Maybe I'll have to take my old lady out that way to see it."
"That sounds like a lovely idea." He starts, and then proceeds to describe every piece in the exhibit in excruciating detail, singing the praises of each one. He only makes it three pieces deep before the guy's eyes start to glaze over a bit.
You start to take pity on the man, seeing the sweat bead on his forehead, and decide to finally release him from torment.
"Karelian marble wall tiles?"
"Y-Yep! Got it right here-"
Not too long after, you're waiting in the checkout line, the nephilim's hands firmly on the handle of the cart packed with marble tiles.
"Hmm- I could've gone on forever, y'know."
You bark a laugh, knowing immediately what he means.
"I know."
