Taking A Look..

[Blair Michaels]

He chuckled loudly, taking th bag as it was handed to him before. He was tempted to go through it and find her camera but then he realised that for some people bag's were private things.. plus she was a girl. And girls had things that many guys didn't want to know about in their bags. And thus, he decided he'd leave it alone, placing it between his feet so he'd know if anyone tried to get it

[Dylanne Hartley]

After about thirty pair of jeans being shown to her, Dyl started to get majorly bored. Not to mention really annoyed. And had finally settled on two pairs
of jeans. Just because she couldn't leave empty handed. It was like she was being forced to shop. But she wasn't spending her money, so she really didn't have a reason to complain. Dyl walked out od the dressing room, arms folded, not looking to happy. One of the guys that had been picking out the jeans, was currently ringing the stuff up.

[Blair Michaels]

The red head picked up the bag and stood up, taking to the fem. He would have thrown but who knows what sort of fragile things the girl could be carrying around in it. He smiled and pulled out his wallet yet again paying for the items once they were bagged. A hand raised and scratched at the back of his neck as chocolate coloured eyes moved towards her. "W'at say we er skip ze arcade and go straig't to ze food court?" He raised a brow, feeling rather hungry suddenly

[Dylanne Hartley]

"Yeah sure. Food sounds good."
Dyl said, not really being in the mood for the arcade. And she was silently thanking God that they were not going to another store. She took her bags, slinging the messenger once again over her shoulder.

[Blair Michaels]

He smiled and made a flourish of bowing and offering the girl his arm, a group of girls nearby giggled and he turned his head recognising them. He bowed lower before straightening up and smiling at Dylanne. "'Zey are a group of girls from my grade.. stuck up mostly" He wrinkled his nose noticing some of the looks that were sent towards the tenth grader

[Dylanne Hartley]

"Ooh are they now.."
Dylanne gave a little wave at the group of girls. And linked arms with Blair. Comepletely ignoring the looks they gave her. Not like Dylanne cared anyway.


{{I'm braindead today.. and it doesn't help that MCR are on the tv..}}

[Blair Michaels]

He chuckled and lead the fem towards the nearest escalators that went to the basement floor. The food court was a little way away from the large fountain he'd pointed out earlier. "So do you 'ave any foor preferences? Zere are alsorts of different nationality cuisines"

[Dylanne Hartley]

Dyl had to think about it for a moment. She would eat just about anything. Just as long as it tasted good.
"Well.. It doesn't really matter. As long as it's not something spicy."
Dylanne couldn't take spicy foods. That was something she never ate.

[Blair Michaels]

He nodded with a smile, releasing the girls arm to step onto the escalator. "Well zere is Italian, English, American fast food, chinese, indian spanish, French" He raised his eyebrows on the last one, grin widening slightly as he turned so that he was on a side as the metal steps moved down

[Dylanne Hartley]

Dylanne rolled her eyes playfully when he mentioned French food.
"I'm not a big fan of Indian or French foods."
She was kidding about French food, and made a look as to say 'ew.' Though Dyl made sure to keep a serious face. Just to see what his reaction would be.
"But I do like Chinese." She added shortly after.

[Blair Michaels]

He chuckled giving a light shrug "Yeah, French isn't ze best foods, I must admit. Alzough I agree chinese is good eating" He smiled and jumped offthe elevator with a grin as they reached the bottom, turning on his heels and taking two or three steps back so he wasn't in the way. "Mixed Chop Suey wiz noodles, mmm" He smiled brightly, those were one of his favourites meals