Disclaimer: Undertale belongs to TobyFox and any AU's, characters and otherwise mentioned movies, shows and games in this fic belong to their respective owners unless stated otherwise.
Warnings:
-OOC
-Brief mention of trauma (Miscal)
-Brief mention of trauma (crack Ver)
-The Ink effect
-Not cannon to Og NaJA/N:
Sorry for the delay on the chapter! I've been pretty busy lately and will likely continue to be for the rest of this month and maybe even the next one, but I'll still try to keep to my promise of trying to update at least once a month.I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter, but I hope you'll enjoy it!
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Miscal grumbles under his breath, in contrast to Dream’s cheerful countenance. He’s barely willing to accept his help with getting resources for his store, and he'd nearly rejected the phone yesterday but had accepted it as a gift since he did need it. Now, he's been bullied into accepting Dream’s demands to get Miscal new clothes and some stuff to decorate his room.Who even does that!? Usually, it'd be the other way around, with the person refusing to do anything beyond a small service. If he didn't know better, he'd think Dream finds joy in bullying him into accepting gifts.
(... Does he?)
He shakes the thought out of his mind, reinforcing his determination to pay him back later on. He'll just have to look at the price tags and calculate the money in his mind. He's not really sure what's considered expensive or not beyond food, since it's really the only thing he knows the average price of thanks to this being his first outing in this multiverse.
The elevator arrives at their floor so they get off, Dream guiding him away from where most of the crowd is. Miscal lets him, since he doesn't really know where they're headed. They arrive at a store for clothes first. Miscal can already feel his energy draining away looking at the amount of clothes in there. How long will this take?
Dream tugs him towards one of the sections on the men's side, Miscal following reluctantly. The clothes here look comfortable at least. Right, two or three shirts should be enough to appease Dream.
_______________________________________“No.”
“WhY!?”
Dream eyes the sweater in disgust. The colours are garrish for one, red and purple are not meant to be together, and the design is atrocious. The only good thing about it is its material. If he lets anyone wear this his mother would rise from the grave and scold him for his awful fashion choices.
He shakes his head, stance resolute despite the pout on Miscal’s face. This is already the third article of clothing he rejected, but Dream feels no regrets. He will not have his guest dressed as a hobo, not when he's buying him clothes with his money.
He half believes that Miscal is only showing him the ugly ones because he wants to dissuade him from buying stuff for him but something about the look on his face tells him he really believes they're good. Poor guy.
This is the most fun Dream has had in ages. Shopping has been a way for him to relax for a while now, and buying gifts makes it even better! Besides, Miscal needs it.
He goes back to browsing the options. Maybe they should go to a shop for formal clothes later on. What about accessories? Miscal seems to like watches, considering he's still fidgeting with Dream’s watch, if unconsciously, so maybe he should buy him one. In this outing or should he buy it later on as a surprise gift? He should grab a new cookbook for Swap too and he's sure Ink is nearly out of his painting supplies, so maybe he should buy him some! He certainly has the money.
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