Big Guy's Cry Too (O/O)(Open)

"That was longer than I had," Acacia pointed out and she stood up from the table, "I'm heading upstairs to get ready. If you need anything holler and one of the assistants will come and help okay?"

"'Kay," he said, eating a spoonful of cereal. "Thank you."

"It's no problem," Acacia smiled at him. She headed over to the stairs, and back up to her room. She figured it would be best to just throw something together rather than actually try today. She ended up grabbing one of her many leather jackets, a sweetheart neck salmon dress, and a pair of black boots before going to fix her hair and put make up on.

He finished the bowl of cereal in silence, sliding the dish away without drinking the milk and sighing. Riley never liked the milk, but who puts water in cereal?

Acacia walked back down her hair finally orderly and a light coat of blush, mascara, and lip gloss on. She walked over to where Riley was still sitting, "You ready to go?"

He shrugged, using his crutches to stand back up. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Acacia nodded and grinned, "Great. Let's go!" She began to make her way towards the front doors. The shop was only a few blocks away since it was more catered to the rich than anyone else.

He click clicked after her, grunting every once in a while. "This is more difficult that you can imagine."

"Oh no I'm sure it just as difficult," Acacia responded trying to keep at a slower pace, "So what do you like to do in your free time?"

"Train," he said. "Sleep. Watch Spongebob reruns at 6 pm. Typical teenage stuff."

"Yep," Acacia nodded along, "Any questions you got for me? I feel like I've been interrogating you with all these questions."

"I like to find people out through conversation, not questions," he said. "The questions are just awkward."

"Yeah," Acacia let her voice drawl, "But then we hit the problem of not knowing what to say."

Riley shrugged. "Then it'll be a while before we know each other well."

Acacia sighed, "Yes, well you also have to remember that we are living together. I would like to get to know you well sooner than later."

"Later," he grunted. "When we get back from the store."

"Okay," Acacia nodded as she walked up to the store front, "And we're here already."

"Well, I can't really open the door." He gestured down at the crutches.

Acacia walked up to tge door and opened it for him, “I was getting to that.”

(Hello?)

He stuck his tongue out at her. "Not quick enough."

Acacia stuck her tongue back out at him, "Not my fault."

"In fact," he said, walking through the door, "It is."

Acacia sighed and let the door shut behind them, "Explain how."

The girl behind the counter spotted Acacia and walked into the back to presumably grab the fabrics for her.

"You chose to stop instead of walk forward," he said, sticking his chin out. He knew he was being difficult, but it was fun.

"I was waiting for you!" Acacia defended herself knowing he was teasing her.

The girl returned to the counter and waved at Acacia and Riley, "Acacia! I got your fabrics! Who's the guy with you?"

Acacia turned to the girl, "Hey My. This is Riley, he's staying with my dad and I now."

He waved his hand pleasantly. "Hello."

My waved back at him, as much as she could while holding the bundles of fabrics she had just grabbed, "Hey. Nice to meet you, I'm Myrah. Or My for short."

Acacia walked over to get the fabrics from Myrah. She took them into her own arms as her eyes lit up remembering what she had planned to make with these.

"Fancy store you got here," he said simply, looking around the building.

Myrah nodded and smiled, "Yep. It's my parents technically, but I help out a lot. So does my older sibling Lot."

Acacia nodded and began making her way to the door, "Yep. It's the best store around for this kind of stuff."