[ That's a weird thing for him to say, Denji thinks, but doesn't truly question. Despite the disappointment that makes her jaw drop open, she doesn't once consider that Aki could be lying or messing with her.

At what she says next, her gaze flickers down at her thin arms, the sack overflowing from her hold and nearly dragging against the floor. Somewhere squished under there is the chunky box of perfume she nabbed, that with some reorienting of what all she's carrying, pops out in one hand. The packaging's golden with delicate grooves, but that's about all Denji knows about the fragrance — she hasn't smelled it and certainly can't read what's printed on the box. She clearly chose it based on looks alone. Denji shoves the perfume into Aki's hands, just as her bag starts to cascade from her hold and she has it jerk it back into place. ]

Just don't drop it. I'm gonna wear it on my date with Mister Makima — he said he'd take me to the movies soon.

[ So that's the real reason Denji raided that celebrity's closet. Not to attract an assortment of besotted admirers to take her to the zoo, but just one. It makes her a little more upset that Makima didn't say anything about their plans. ]

I've never been to a fancy kinda place like that before, so I want it to be special…