Purpled glanced down at his phone, holding your hand tightly with his free hand. “Mmh, what is it, baby…?” He muttered, looking up to realize you had dragged him to a different store, and was currently standing in front of a beautiful, long, formal party dress. A small chuckle escaped Purpled’s lips, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, taking one of his headphones out.
“You like that dress, yeah?” He asked, cracking a slight smile, before suddenly hearing a bunch of guys starting to catcall you from a few feet away. Purpled shot them a glare, trying not to let you notice.
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