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“Oh, you like it?”
“No, I was just looking at-”
“I will take two of those shirts, please. Oh, and that suit too,” Aventurine ordered, only winking at Ratio. His credit card was already in his hand and Ratio could only sigh in disapproval at another unreasonable expense.
By the time they went back to their room in the nearby hotel, Aventurine had already spent… no, it was better to not do the math, Ratio thought, looking at the seemingly endless pile of shopping bags.
What made everything worse was the realization that very few items among that sea of purchases were, actually, for Aventurine. Most were “gifts” bought on what Ratio could only call some sort of primal impulse that prevented Aventurine from thinking twice- no, from thinking at all before spending his credits.
“What’s wrong, doc?” Aventurine hummed, ravaging through one of the bags, “you didn’t like that shopping? We can go to anot-”
“Don’t,” Ratio interrupted him, his eyes widened a little at how fast Aventurine jumped into the conclusion of spending more money, “you already spent too much on me. This isn’t the behavior you’d expect from one of the heads of the IPC.”
“Eh?” Aventurine giggled, tossing the bag full of clothes away before plopping his body on the large bed - even this room, now that Ratio thought about it, was an unreasonable expense. Who needs to book a deluxe hotel bedroom for a simple trip like that? They were barely staying over the hotel!!
“Please, doc, what do you take me for? I’m barely spending some pocket money.”
“No, you have a problem. More than one, maybe,” Ratio sighed, walking over Aventurine with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes were cold, bathing the blonde with a disapproving look. “You don’t want you to spend on me like that.”
“Why not?” Aventurine pouted, but just as he was about to sit up to face Ratio with all his stubbornness, the doctor sat himself on top of Aventurine’s midriff, pinning him into the mattress with his weight. “H-hey, you’re not exactly light, doc, c-can’t you mov-”
“Promise.”
“W-what?”
“Promise me you won’t do any other unreasonable purchase or waste your money on something unnecessary. At least, not until we are done with work.”
Aventurine knew something was up, but what kind of gambler would he be if he backed away with just a threat like that? “No way, doc. I can spehehe- h-hehey!”
“Suit yourself,” Ratio scoffed, pinning one of Aventurine’s wrists next to his head while his free hand kneaded and tickled the blonde’s vulnerable ribs, Ratio’s fingers wiggling over the delicate, expensive fabric of Aventurine’s shirt.
“R-RahHAHAhatio!” Aventurine laughed, his feet that were once hanging over the bed’s edge now kicking up in the air, flailing like a fish on a hook. “W-whahat are you- aHAHAH, c-cohohome on, not thehehere!”
“I made you a clear proposal, gambler, but since you seem to enjoy wasting my patience as much as you waste your money, I might as well opt for… a different approach on your money-management problem.”