WHO: Bobby/Himeros and Eros WHAT: Shopping! WHEN: Fast forward to Saturday, early afternoon WHERE: Madison Avenue towards J. Crew
He wasn’t exactly sure what to do when the courier, panting, disheveled, and with an expression of irritation crossing his features, shoved a small box into his chest. When he disclosed the rather modest looking letter—a healthy lattice between richness and simplicity—he smirked. Well, it was about time. But as he lifted his head, there was the courier, slogging off with such malice that he felt somewhat contrite because he didn’t know how much to tip him; but he knew that he had to, somehow. It resulted in Himeros jogging to meet up with the exhausted courier, and brought him over to the bathroom of some nearby pub. He needed to compensate for his trouble, after all.
The next day, bordering around early afternoon, Himeros had actually asked Eros to bring him shopping—and he had done so quite timidly too. And timid was certainly not a word to ever characterize Himeros. It was just that, with Bobby not possessing a very prominent pay, he was left with a lot of thrift shop attire and generally it wasn’t a problem—girls were inclined to dig the whole vintage apparel with the whole musician thing—but Himeros was pretty certain that it’d be inappropriate to go to this gathering in skinny jeans, Vans, and a flannel shirt. So shopping it was.
Being a god, he was warranted all the luxuries from apparel to other indulgences. But when he awakened in his vessel, he had to acclimatize in the not so privileged circumstances. Not that Bobby was poor, but he was on a tight budget and especially so when he moved to New York. “I’ll pay you back,” he told Eros as they walked down Madison Avenue, which was mostly Bobby, and his diffidence speaking.