Eagerly Raven wanted to get to her well-dressed mate's side. It was a magnificent sight. To see him dressed impeccably well, his hair neatly combed and in place, along with his pleasant scent was enough to stir her to move ever so quickly. As he placed his arm around her waist she happily leaned against him. While Tobias placed a gentle kiss against her neck she happily looked him over, not bothered at all with the way his eyes were scanning her. Always they both did not dress so...well. Appearances and clothes weren't necessarily Raven's thing. The timid lupine preferred to go unnoticed. Being invisible wasn't a terrible thing. If anything being ignored allowed her to do what she pleased. Raven was relived from society's pressure to make herself look presentable enough to be judged over. Besides, she assumed that no one would want to even view her in such a pleasing light. The scars that littered her frame were enough to cause the girl to already view her appearance as unimportant, any hope to appear 'acceptable' by society was already out the window. His compliment caused the woman to smile widely the girl instantly giving him a quick kiss, her cheeks reddening slightly. After all, it wasn't everyday someone complimented her on her appearance.

"Thank you Tobias. I never had an occasion until now to wear something like this."

Her affections were always limited. Partly because she was embarrassed to display public affection in front of others, and partly because she didn't know whether she would be doing something right or wrong. Like other, normal people, she should have developed such skills by dating throughout her adolescent years, but no one in her pack ever saw her as a potential love interest. Raven learned from watching others, be it in public, on a television show or movie, and a book. There was only so much she could do and practice. Besides Tobias didn't always smell, so well, and there were times Raven didn't want to be so close to her companion. Who could blame her? Happily she nuzzled her nose into his neck, inhaling his scent. Hearing that soft low rumbling noise caused the girl to simply smile, unashamed from her action. If Tobias had any idea what it was like to sleep against someone that never showered, to suffocate from his terrible odor that continued to build up, then he would allow her to enjoy this moment without any friendly teasing. Without hesitation her tone held such a teasing tone as her fingers gently slid away from his chest, blue-grey eyes looking upwards into his own darker golden gaze.

"Yes, I am, and I am enjoying the fact you are so clean."

She understood why her companion couldn't take a shower or a bath. His fear of water was resolute and she knew there was nothing else she could. Oh how she wished there was some way where she could get him to bathe or at least allow her to wash his hair in the sink. However, the boy was too adamant and as always she accepted her failed attempts. Nothing could be perfect, she knew, but she wished one day something she tried would work. When he began to lead them down the stairs and back down the ramp, she kept her pace to match his tripping over herself slightly in heels, but still kept herself up straight. Her hand would remain in his own as she allowed him to guide them towards, well, wherever they were supposed to be going. While he explained himself, her dial would tilt to the side curiously, her eyebrows furrowing as she attempted to figure out just 'how' they did get their Christmas presents. With a shrug she looked back up at her mate, her eyes flicking towards one of the only decent buildings that was in the West. The foreign expensive cars, along with the red carpet, the clear sighting of society's elite walking down the red carpet caused the woman to stand a bit closer to her mate. This particular part of society wasn't a place where they belonged. They were flawless and she and her companion were not, they didn't belong even if they were dressed so well.

"We always make such a good profit, I always assumed he shopped and you tagalong, but now I am assuming I'm incorrect. Borrowing implies you returned what you borrowed, but knowing you two, I don't think borrowed is the right term, you two stole.

Oh this was bad. This was very bad. They didn't belong here. Anyone that saw them would know they stuck out like a sore thumb. Sure they had a business that was highly profitable, but that didn't mean they were on the same level as the people entering the building. Her hand would squeeze his own, as the girl attempted to lean into his side, wanting to hide. Raven understood that the other side of Tobias wanted to go here, because it was something he had done with Tetradore. However, Raven didn't feel like she was the ideal person to tagalong on this adventure. Her hand would let go of his own, as her fingers nervously twisted and grasped one another, returning back to her own shell. Shivering from winter's wind she peered over his shoulder to view the people, uncertain that they could actually make it through there. After all, what would happen if his other half took over? What if they were caught doing, whatever it was he and Tetradore had done in the past. The mention of a photo being taken did peek her interest. Her head would tilt up to see his own eyes, her gaze wearily looking over at the line and the people with cameras. One hand would gently press against the scar that marred her face, just the touch of the scars reminding her why she hardly looked at herself in the mirror. Her head would lower as her fingers gently traced along the various scars that snaked along her arm, tracing them. Always would she be ashamed of her marred appearance, they were highly noticeable by everyone, and she knew very well eyes would be on her mainly because of her disfigurement. Hesitantly she spoke up, looking back up at her mate, a small simper appearing on her pink lips.

"We've never had a photo of us before. It would be nice to have one, especially of us dressed very well."

Raven Clocksworth.