I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

He had slept exactly fifteen hours and thirty-two minutes after their arrival to the Netherlands. While an effective theory, Tetradore had never before made an effort to teleport two people and a car so terribly far from home. It, he had discovered, was far more taxing than the two motorcycles he'd previously taken to China. The Lamborghini was far...larger and far heavier, it's mechanical workings far more intricate and, as a result, the Were-King had nearly collapsed in exhaustion in the aftermath. It had been nothing short of a miracle the pair had made it to the hotel, much less the bed before Tetradore had given up fighting his body's fatigue. He had been near dead to the world in those hours after, Mira simply left to her own devices until, finally, Tetradore had stirred from the depths of his nearly unending slumber. It had been several hours later before Tetradore had found it within himself to emerge from the hotel - only after indulging in a long, hot shower and filling his stomach with some resemblance of food. Regardless, he could near feel the excitement emanating from his girlfriend, the Were-King himself hardly immune to that hint of anticipation, even if he willed himself to shove that emotion deep down within him out of years of habit. After all, they had been working on the newest rendition of the Ark for months and finally, in a few hours, they would again have a home.

Tetradore had, naturally, anticipated the several hours they had to fill between the hotel's check out time and the appointed hour of their meeting on the harbor. Mira had, of course, extensively questioned him on where they were going and, naturally, Tetradore had made every effort to remain perfectly vague. After all, though they would once again have a home to their name, the Ark was not the only thing they had lost that dreadful night months ago. Every worldly possession beyond what Mira had managed to shove within a duffle bag had been lost to the depths of the ocean, most of it entirely unsalvageable even despite the pieces of the Ark Tetradore had paid to have raised and looted. Their wardrobes, for example, had dwindled to the same five outfits, if that. This trip was somewhat of an...indulgence. The very sight of the Plaza was...impressive. Even Tetradore had to admit that as they passed the magnificent three-story neo-gothic architecture of one of the many malls in Amsterdam. The very sight of it had stunned even Mira to a momentary silence before she realized exactly what it was. Shopping, after all, had never particularly been Tetradore's favorite activity in the world. In fact, the Were-King had gone to lengths to frequently avoid such a mundane task.

Now, however, the Were-King found himself settled on an overly plush cushion, sipping on some extra creamy coffee beverage with four large shopping bags at his side and an overly expensive, newly purchased leather jacket embracing his frame. "Are you two going to show me or not?" Tetradore inquired, the emerald of his irises settled upon a dressing stall across from him where Mira and the stylist he'd hired were trying on yet another outfit. He could hear Kinnley's exclamations of glee at just how well it fit, and, in turn, how amazing Mira looked in it - whatever it was. The eagerness which the woman had taken on the task of finding complete wardrobes for them both was nothing short of amazing. A pile of already tried on clothing sat at near him, the man certain by the end of the whole affair he'd end up walking out with at least another two or three bags of things she deemed 'absolute necessities'. For a distinctly rare moment, Tetradore hardly minded it. Today, it would seem, the Were-King was in an unusually good mood, one that was evident in the occasional smile and chuckle even the stylist had pulled from him. "Okay, okay, she's ready!" Kinnley exclaimed, the young women carefully emerging from the stall with a beam on her features. Tetradore leaned back ever so slightly, his focus entirely upon the heavy curtain that Kinnley pulled aside in an near dramatic flair, finally revealing his Mira and the outfit that had prompted such fretting over in the first place.