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Post by Emet-Selch on Jun 18, 2020 12:53:29 GMT -6
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@branford
He was dressed rather elaborately, wasn't he? It'd been a very long since that had been pointed out. Usually he had dressed appropriately for whatever he was going for, but here, he'd just stuck to his guise as Solus, save for the occasional black robe. Mayhaps it was time to liven up the wardrobe, get some suits, some ties. Look more modern for a modern business. And, well, that meant going out shopping! He could do that readily enough, and so that was why he found himself here. Sonora being a more modern style made that much easier as he found himself window shopping. He couldn't help but tilt his head.
The sun was high, so they would be open for a time more, as he engaged in some window shopping. What kind of suits did he want? There was the usual he'd seen; a suit, a tie, a blazer, and so on. That was tried and true, but there were some variations. There was one that was pleated, striped fabrics running down with some extravagant shoes. Another, a vest over a white dress shirt and some slacks. So many options, but which one to go with? In truth, he could get them all, make them all. But where was the fun in that?
"If only she could see me now." Persephone would likely either be laughing at him, or at least letting him know he looked good in them, or, both. Likely both, now that he thought about it. He placed a hand to his chin, resting his elbow in the palm of his other hand. It was a strange feeling, to not have any true obligations.
Her presence is warm, a spring breeze washing over the area, with green hair falling unbound down her shoulders and a smile on her face. A welcome change, she decides for herself, as she leans forward to peer through the window besides the taller figure. It's not often she finds herself with a moment to catch her breath lately, to relax and unwind, and what better way to do it then spend some of the hard-earned gil she's fought tooth and nail for?
(Internally, she's screaming like a banshee to hoard every bit of funds she can. It's likely to get lost. She should eat, too. It's been a few days. But, but. Clothing is good, too. Yes.)
Bright eyes sparkle and hands come to clasp in front of her. Ah, unintentional puppy dog eyes. She rocks forward, tilting her head towards the stranger. "You should try it on. There's always an excuse to dress up."
Post by Emet-Selch on Jun 19, 2020 10:36:32 GMT -6
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He has a spectator, does he? He looks over to the greenette, and it only takes a moment. Ah, the soul's different, well then, that settles that. The shortness, followed by the green hair. The physical resemblance is rather uncanny, but the rest, he's able to see through easily enough. Huh, well, that's an interesting thing to note. Still, he wondered where she got the idea to simply approach him, not that he seemed all that threatening. Not that he even was all that threatening. She seems so earnest. He quirks a brow before he decides to humor her, just a little, and see what outfit she's even pointing out. Whichever she's so insistent on, well, he imagined that it couldn't be so bad, not if it appeared to be so popular.
Of course, that changes when he actually sees the outfit. His eyes narrow, and any humor vanishes from him. Ah, so that buffoon was here, was he? He really should have expected that. Wherever Alexander was, sooner or later that moron was going to follow. Oh, that Hildibrand fellow didn't seem too bad of a person, at least he was genuine in his desire to aid others. It's just... things stopped making sense when they appeared, and it could get a little aggravating. It had reached a point where the Ascians had simply stopped monitoring him; what was the point? Nothing worked as it was supposed to work when he was around.
He turned to the small woman, the resemblance truly is uncanny, and quirked a brow. Actually, no, now that he really looked, she had an inch to her advantage. At least, that's what he was guessing at. "Very well, I'll bite. Why do you think this one best suits me?" There were other clothes he could use to "play dress up" as she was putting it. So then, why this one?
She's not a bold person. She holds herself back, monitors herself, and is careful with her actions. If anything she is usually on the passive side of things, not knowing how to act or what to do, and goes along with the flow. There are others who will gladly take the stage and play the part of a guide or leader, and let her stay in the background out of the spotlight. That's what makes one on one interactions, especially ones where she is asked why, such a difficult thing.
This, though? This immediately launches her off. She circles the tall man, both hands moving up to his shoulders to measure him. They slide down along his arms in thought, curving along his hips, then back out. Her hair, thick and wavy as it is, bounces when she nods mostly to herself. "You have a small waist. Naturally, but the way your proportions seem to be. Your shoulders are wider, and when you stand, you let your posture hunch. You don't seem to be the sort that feels uncomfortable with your height, so it probably isn't an unconscious effort, meaning you don't care much about appearances in the first place."
That doesn't answer his question. She holds her hands out in front of her to match the quick measurement of his shoulders she took moments ago. "While your waist is small, your shoulders are wide. The sleeves of this suit are made for someone with a swimmers build like you. The tie will draw attention to your chest due to the bow in it, and the sheen of the buttons match your two-toned hair. If you where the sleeves folded down instead of back, it will look better on you."
Ah, the important part now. "More than all that, you seem like the sort of person who suits a rose. Classic, beautiful, and tasteful. Something about your eyes. They have the same qualities of a rose."
The green hair, the bubbly nature, the small stature, the resemblance was uncanny. There were some differences, and ultimately the soul tipped him off, but still, it was a little eerie. The observations were interesting, to say the least. No, he'd never really considered his height all that much. After all, physical features had ultimately been meaningless in Amaurot, so her guess about his lack of care for physical appearances was accurate. Besides, if he absolutely had to use the importance the fragmented beings who came after put on height, he was also thirty feet tall. But her advice was sound, he had to admit, as he eyed the outfit. Goodness, he really couldn't help but wonder if that buffoon had managed to find his way to Zephon.
But a rose? That was a new one. "A swimmer's build, you say." He looks at her; swimming was never really his forte. He could do it to survive, but it was something that he'd really rather not have to do; too much work. He perks his brows before shrugging. "Oh, very well. Have it your way." Not like he really has much else to do besides that, and it was what he came for to begin with, so, on it went. It takes a few minutes, and some privacy, but on it goes.
He did take some of the advice, the sleeves in particular are rolled down. But he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it. It was something that definitely emphasized his upper body, but he wasn't a muscular man. At least not in this body. Instead, he looked at Terra with an expression that couldn't quite decide whether it was boredom or "well"?
Well. Well. There are words. Surely there are words. Words beyond the ones that come out of her mouth. But those are the only words she can utter, "You're beautiful."
She said so much before when speaking of the qualities a rose has. Yet it feels different when she says it no, standing there like some school girl admiring an older classmate. Her brow furrows as she circles the man once more, checking over for anything that might be out of place. In the end she comes back to standing in front of him, smiling, and nods her head. The next words destined to bring him immeasurable pain. Somewhere out there, a Manderville Man dies a little inside.
"It looks like it was made for you."
Growing thoughtful once more, she gestures around them. "Objectively, you have a look that might not qualify as 'eye candy', but subjectively..."Subjectively doesn't matter much here, so she refrains from finishing, drawing back just a bit. "You should be whisked away to a ball. Like a princess."
