Keeping his distance only worked for a little while, however. Sheri was a woman on a mission. She glanced over the women’s selection before making a beeline over to the men’s section. She paused in front of a display, scanning the shelves intently. He groaned, knowing what was likely coming.

“No, Sheri. Don’t even ask. Those are hideous. They look like someone dumped a few gallons of neon paint over the production line at the factory and just called it a day.”

“I didn’t say anything about those, Champ. That’s what’s in style right now though, not that you’d probably know anything about fashion. Do you even own more than one pair of sneakers? Those are the only ones I ever see you wear.” She gestured down to his well broken in shoes.

“I like them.” He replied, gesturing back to another pair of heels in the window, hoping to distract her from his footwear. “Look at those right there. They look like something you’d wear.” Sheri made a face.

“If I decided to take up hanging out on street corners, maybe. God, those are tacky. Nice try though. Look,” Sheri pointed over to a shelf to the far left. “Those sneakers are half off. Why don’t you go look at them, see if you can find something you like. Those shoes need a break, Champ.” Just as he was about to argue, she cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t forget, I do the laundy. Unless you want clean socks to stop suddenly showing up in your drawer, I suggest you go pick out another pair of shoes.”

“I think you forget that before you came along I washed my own socks and got along fine, Sheri.” Deadblood pointed out. She smirked in reply.

“I’m sure you did just fine, Champ. In fact, you’ll get the chance to prove what a good job you did washing clothes if you don’t at least go look at the damn things.”

“Fine, I’ll look. And while I’m at it, you might think about how well you mowed grass before I came along.” He joked, as she rolled her eyes right back at him.

“Jokes on you, I hired a guy to cut it. Speaking of mowing though, all the better reason to get a new pair of shoes, Deadblood. You want to get grass all over the only pair you have when you go out to cut the grass?”

She went back to looking at heels, as he approached the shelf of men’s athletic shoes, wondering why women seemed to care so damn much about shoes and clothing. The shoes on display were for the most part terrible. A good bit of them were downright garish and therefore probably right up Sheri’s alley, although closer to the bottom of the display there were a few pairs that might work.

Easy listening music piped through the speakers overhead as he considered the few options before him. Finally settling on a black pair with white accents, remarkably similar to what he already wore, he snatched a pair up in his size and went to try them on. Hopefully they fit, and she'd be happy enough that he had new shoes that she'd forget about any other changes to his wardrobe she might have in mind.