♡𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵 ♡ | Furina x Male!Reader

10: ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Neuvillette seemed to believe your answer, but he still acted unsure.

Eventually, he smiled and then put a hand on your head.

“Well, since you clearly can’t control it right now, why don’t you buy something for Furina? I heard that most of the stores are having discounts today.”

“I don’t have any mora. At all.”

Neuvillettes mouth opened slightly, but then closed.

How have you been walking around so freely without any mora?

“I’ll handle that, don’t worry.”

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“-So, please help me! I hope you understand, plus you will see Y/n’s express more emotions too!”

“...”

“C’mon traveler, look at all the cake!!”

Paimon pointed towards the cake, trying to convince Aether to help.

They’ve already managed to make him sit down, so convincing him shouldn’t be so hard, right?

“I already told you, I’m not doing it.”

“Pleaseee!~”

Paimon and Furina put their hands together as they begged Aether. All he could do was look away with crossed arms.

He was sick of this.

Yet, he couldn't refuse.

“....Fine.”

Hearing the sound of confirmation, Furina and Paimon cheered.

“So, what do you think I should do first!?”

—

‘How is this…?’

You looked at a random ribbon at one of the shops.

You felt conflicted.

She didn’t need that, right? Plus, her outfit already had bows on it.

You put the ribbon down and started walking to a different shop.

...What does Furina even like?

To be honest, you didn’t understand women enough to come up with something reasonable.

You picked a ring and studied it.

It was obviously fake.

Also, wasn’t buying a ring a bit much?

You shook your head and put it down, and before you knew it, you found yourself spacing out again.

“Box chocolates! Box chocolates!!”

You turned around when you heard someone promoting chocolate.

You were in the mood for chocolate.

“Can I buy some, please?”

The salesman looked at you and grinned.

“Of course! What flavor would you like? We have strawberry, peanut butter, white chocolate…”

The salesman continued to go on and on about different flavors.

To be honest, you just wanted some chocolate. Anything would do.

Picking up a random flavor, you handed it to the salesman.

“Ah, milk chocolate, eh? Alright, that will be 1,600 mora.”

You dug in the pouch Neuvillette had given you and handed the man the desired amount of mora.

Thankfully, it was cheap, but you still rarely had anything left.