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Gaara Application [Part 7, FINISHED]
And while he'd notice these things, he did nothing about it. He liked that customers were being deceived, and that he was the one to notice and and avoid the deception. He liked to watch the women run for handbags that weren't actually on sale, and to watch the housewives flock to the Triscuit boxes because they were buy one get one partially free.

But that aside, he was here to give into one buying impulse. Since he was getting tired from all the walking, he decided that the first thing to catch his interest would be what he bought, and then he would call the taxi back to pick him up. Gaara didn't know how to drive, and likely never would unless someone took the time to teach him. But in a city as big as this, driving really wasn't required when you had public transportation to rely on.

Walking a bit further down the perfectly polished tiled floor, something finally caught his eye. A mannequin fully dressed in head-to-toe in sheer, lacy lingerie. The material had caught his attention because it looked soft. And since it was the first thing that caught his eye...

Doing a b-line straight to the woman's store, he approached the clerk, face as unchanged as ever. When she raised an eyebrow very slowly at him, he pointed to the mannequin up front and said, simply, "I want that." Blinking twice, she tried to open her mouth to say something in questioning, but decided against it when his expression didn't flinch. She assumed, and hoped, it was for some girlfriend or something... though who would date someone so scary. Gathering some composure, she asked him which size he needed. Looking back to the display for a moment, he returned his gaze to her and restated, "That size."

Doing her best not to wince, the woman went to the back and retrieved the items, and rung them up for Gaara, who paid by debit card. He'd been excited when he first got it, and his first purchase had been a Kit-Kat. After the item was bagged, he turned to walk away but then stopped abruptly, nodding at her in what was supposed to be a parting gesture. "Thank you. Have a pleasant evening."

And with that he left the store, not caring that he'd just spend $120 on woman's lingerie that he'd never use or wear. It was a splurge, after all. And weren't you not supposed to use those? Right. It had been a successful shopping day, definitely.