Namine hid her face in Larxene's neck, not liking how everyone that walked passed them stared at her. It made her very uncomfortable. "Mamaa..." she whinned.

"Easy there, baby. It's fine..." Larxene whispered, patting Namine comfortingly on the back.

"Here we are." Marluxia announced as the arrived in the baby supply section. In the section with them was someone who looked a little older than 18, but didn't pay any mind to them...until she saw Namine. "Let's see here. Bottles, heavy-duty diapers, some formula..."
As Marluxia listed the items, the woman seemed to become more confused each time she glanced over at them.

"We'll be needing all of those." Larxene said, ignoring the woman.

Placing the items in the cart he had gotten at the entrance, he proceeded to pick out other things that would entertain Namine.
"Umm....excuse me." the woman then said, tapping Larxene on the shoulder. "If you don't mind me asking, why is your daughter....like that?"

"It's a long story." Larxene said evasively.

"She's.....mentally challenged." Marluxia explained to the woman, who bought the answer and went back to her business.
Looking at Namine, he frowned a little. "I hated saying that...."

"Well, she is, just not the way they think." Larxene said.

"Guess you're right." Marluxia agreed, brushing Namine's hair with his hand. "I feel bad for her. Even if this is a way to get a pure heart, it wasn't right for Vexen to do this to her without thinking of another solution."

"We can just give her her brain back after it works." Larxene shrugged.