CrystalTears
The Prince of Red Roses
Itsuki looked at the clothes Korina held, as he had picked out a couple of dresses in case they got formal visitors. Like his parents or any business partners. He smiled at her, as her tail wagged back and forth. She seemed to be enjoying shopping, just like any other girl. "I found some too, but I don't know how good they'll fit. "Excuse me miss? May we borrow a room to see if the clothes fit her?" Itsuki asked the shop keeper, still a bit angry that she had eyed down Korina earlier. It wasn't as if she was infected or anything, and they were costumers nonetheless. She should have treated them just as if they were.