Down Town Carmela

Spero had already learned enough about Ymir, to know she wouldn't be comfortable, swimming in front of people. He gives her a hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't worry we can find a secluded spot, perhaps wait till the sun goes down. You won't need to worry about anyone seeing you, but me."

Spero realizes what he just said and blushes again. That sentiment sounded inappropriate, when voiced aloud. He distracts himself by picking a restaurant at random, leading her inside. It is an odd place, there were dozens of medium sized grills set up. At each one was a chef, and a group of people. The chef was preparing the food in an over the top fashion. Occasionally handing pieces to people, other times flipping chunks of meat into peoples mouths.

"Oh this looks fun."

A server, who is caught between ogling Ymir, and lamenting that she wasn't more appropriately dressed for the climate, leads the two to a one of the grills. As the two are lead through the restaurant, many share the servers opinion, though not all stares are directed at Ymir. Many of the female patrons and staff, are eyeing the angelically handsome Spero. Not that the angel noticed, he only had eyes for Ymir.

The odd couple, are seated at a grill, with two other couples. Making the humans feel grossly inadequate by comparison. Spero turns to them though, flashing a smile his angelic nature setting them to ease.

"Hello! It's nice to meet you! I am Spero, and this is Ymir. We just arrived, and we have never tried food like this before. You will have to show us how it is done."

Just like that, the angel made friends with everyone at the table. Within moments, he is joking and laughing with them, like he had known everyone their entire lives.

After a few minutes, Spero manages to seamlessly work his way out of the conversation, without ending it. With the rest of the table distracted, the angel snuggles closer to Ymir. Between the conversation he started, and the chefs antics, they were no longer collecting nearly as many stares. He lets out a content sigh, as a little mountain of food is place in front of them.

"Sorry about that. I know you don't like the stares, so I wanted to distract them. Now we should be able to enjoy our meal in peace."

He plucks a piece of meat from the pile, and pops it in his mouth, grinning.

The chef flips a fried shrimp at Spero, who catches it easily in his mouth. Chewing, he grins at Ymir, enjoying her warmth.

"Honestly? I picked at random. It's all new to me! It turned out well don't you think?"

The chef flips another shrimp, this time aiming at Ymir.

Spero chuckles as the shrimp flies down her throat. He was once again thankful, for her lack of a gag reflex. Oh, dear did he just think that? Once again Spero's check flush with embarrassment. Technically their relationship was chaste, or at least he was practicing fidelity which was all that mattered. Still she had a habit of putting thoughts in his head, not pleasant thoughts, but certainly embarrassing ones.

"I don't know, maybe? We will just have to look, once we are done here."

Spero shrugging his shoulders, grabs a piece of beef. He reaches over, and dips it in the hot sauce, before popping it in his mouth. He gets a little bit stuck, on the corner of his lips.

"I suppose so. I definitely get the feeling, practicality isn't big in these parts. Still no reason we can't look, gives us something to do!"

He checks his purse, which is still full of gold. Shortly after he arrived, he had learned the importance of gold. He had accepted payment, for healing when people could spare the money. It hadn't felt right, but neither had starving.

Spero follows her gaze, once again the image of Ymir in a bikin enters his mind. By the light, he had seen her naked! Why was the thought of her in a bikini, making him blush.

"I have no idea. I need to buy some swim wear, we can ask when we do that. Shall we do that next, or get a hotel room first?"

The meal was winding down, the other couples at their table were getting ready to leave.

"That I actually do know! It's pineapple, I read a brochure it's their biggest export."

Spero smile triumphantly, please to finally have an answer to the question. He dolls out a few coins from his purse, paying the bill and leaving a hefty tip. Hand in hand with Ymir, he wanders down the street. The section with the restaurants is packed with people. Slowly as they travel the crowd thin out, and this is where they find the clothing shops. He picks on at random again, "Tropical Attire" the sign reads, and heads inside.

"Hello! I am looking to buy some swim wear! I'd also like to know why it's so expensive."

Spero grins broadly at the young woman, who minding the store. The young woman, picks her jaw off of the floor, and eyeing Spero with naked lust.

"Oh, I would love to see you in a swimsuit. Er, that is to say... I would love to help you pick out a swimsuit sir. And uhm, they are expensive because the material is pricey, and they are tricky to stitch. Plus you know fashion."

The young woman has yet to notice Ymir.

The shop lady is currently in the middle of trying to get Spero, to try on a speedo. When Ymir approaches the two, Spero's gaze shifts to the succubus, the look in his eyes makes his feelings plain. The woman glares at Ymir first with jeleousy, however once she eyes up the succubus, it turns to a look of utter defeat. The shop lady says with forced cheer.

"That one is on sale, too conservative for most. It's only 15 gold."

Under her breath the shop lady, mutters.

"Lucky bitch."