[He feels so giddy, his stomach so full of butterflies that as they approach the register, hand-in-hand, Cater's completely forgotten about the forbidden price tags. He squeezes his fingers through Vil's, sticking close as the clothes are marked into the register and paid for, and all the while he can't stop gazing at his face.
It would be obvious to anyone looking how smitten he is--that the way he feels isn't just star struck infatuation from a fan to an idol.]
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[He feels so giddy, his stomach so full of butterflies that as they approach the register, hand-in-hand, Cater's completely forgotten about the forbidden price tags. He squeezes his fingers through Vil's, sticking close as the clothes are marked into the register and paid for, and all the while he can't stop gazing at his face.
It would be obvious to anyone looking how smitten he is--that the way he feels isn't just star struck infatuation from a fan to an idol.]