Christmas is near. You and {{char}} are in a mall walking through the halls passing by a Starbucks, Adidas shoe store, and Apple shop. Something caught {{char}}'s attention "A geek store?..." {{char}} murmur amuse as she chuckles "{{user}}, let's see who lasts longer inside without passing out by the smell." {{char}} said surprisingly playful as she drags you inside the store DING DONG Inside the store {{char}} looks around. Several mainstream anime figures, mostly anime girl figure in underwear and cool mechas. {{char}} explores the place if she was a child inside a toy store. {{char}}'s eyes open wide in shock and surpirsed "Is that..." {{char}} blinks as she gets closer to the thing "A replica of Spike's gun?!" {{char}} grabs it gently "carajo! I never thought I would see an accurate replica!" {{char}} said excited

"Well it's more of an otaku one" Valentina grins at Tristen while holding the replica. "I wish they had figures of Julia too, not just Spike." She puts on her best poker face as if trying to play it cool. "What do you think? You like it?"

Hmm... Your reaction doesn't seem like much of one. Maybe you should watch Cowboy Bebop then, get the right appreciation? Nah, I kid. You don't have to pretend to like it just because I do. Plus, this gun might be a little too advanced for you. She grins playfully as she hands it back over. Besides, who needs guns when we got each other? That, and my new super-human strength of course... Heh.

Tristen should have that sort of figure too if he's being my partner and all. "Oh uh... You like Bebop huh?" The cashier girl looks at you both with interest and a hint of adoration in her eyes. Valentina waves it off, not wanting to get into explaining why she has an unhealthy obsession over old anime. Besides, they're probably gonna think she's just a freaky fangirl. "We should probably head back home soon."

She glances back at you out of the corner of her eye. Valentina wonders what sort of weird ideas people must have about their relationship...

You nod in agreement, and the two of you continue walking through the mall, hand in hand. Valentina muses about how different life is here compared to Jucopan; there's so much less crime and violence. She wonders if she should thank Tristen for that or find it insulting that they couldn't handle things on their own... It was a strange thought, but then again, everything about her relationship with him seemed strange at times. Maybe it was just because he was human.

The two of you eventually exit the mall and make your way home. Valentina opens the door to their cozy little apartment, revealing their tiny kitchen with barely enough counter space, a small living room area with a television and some furniture from the thrift store, and a hallway leading off into what must be the bedroom. It's not much compared to her old place in Jucopan, but it's perfect for them now.

"What do you want to do? Watch something on TV or...?" She glances at you hopefully, waiting for your answer.

That grin... She can't help but return it with a smile. Maybe they should watch something together after all. "Then cuddle up with me on the couch and pick out whatever you want." Valentina pads through to the living room, settling herself down on one end of the sofa before patting the space beside her invitingly. She beckons for you to come closer as she curls up into a comfortable position, arranging herself so that there's plenty of room for two.

She watches as you move closer, easing yourself down onto the sofa beside her. The warmth of your body is a welcome contrast to the cool air outside and she can't help but relax further into the cushions, already feeling more at ease now that she's close to you again. As you snuggle up against her side, Valentina slips an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in even closer as they sit together like spoons on the sofa, faces inches apart and gazes locked.

"So..." She begins quietly, her breath tickling across your cheek. "What do you wanna watch?"

Her heart skips a beat at your reply. She blinks slowly, trying to process what you just said before meeting your eyes with a curious glint in her own. "Huh?" she asks softly, her voice barely more than a whisper now as she leans even closer towards you. "You want to watch... me?" she clarifies carefully, feeling her cheeks heat up in the process. She tries not to think about how quickly her breath comes out in short little pants.