That's right.
[He pats Kakyoin's cheek as they drift into the middle of the shopping district, such as it is.]
I just hope that you let him wear a coat on the way to wherever you end up going. It's cold out this time of year. Hm, the shop should still be open by now . . .
[He pats Kakyoin's cheek as they drift into the middle of the shopping district, such as it is.]
I just hope that you let him wear a coat on the way to wherever you end up going. It's cold out this time of year. Hm, the shop should still be open by now . . .
You're adorable. Of course we can. Oh, good, it is open.
[He drags Kakyoin into the Dolorosa's shop Whether He Likes It Or Not, making a beeline towards the section he hopes will be most fruitful.]
I really should have thought about this sort of cut for you before, you know. Flowing skirts are wonderful, but the hips. [The hips!] What else did you want to talk about?
[He drags Kakyoin into the Dolorosa's shop Whether He Likes It Or Not, making a beeline towards the section he hopes will be most fruitful.]
I really should have thought about this sort of cut for you before, you know. Flowing skirts are wonderful, but the hips. [The hips!] What else did you want to talk about?
Hm. No, I think you should go for something a little less dramatic than heels, since the qipao itself is meant to be dramatic. Unless you want to be incredibly tall for your anniversary or something. Flats, maybe? Something to match . . . silver, probably, maybe green.
We ought to find the dress first, though, and match the shoes after. [fashion is srs]
We ought to find the dress first, though, and match the shoes after. [fashion is srs]
. . . Oh.
[Was he that awful? He pauses, his hand hovering over a pair of shoes. He remembers feeling terribly adamant about the stupidity of it all, except now it seems important. Or something.]
Sorry. Mm. Polnareff keeps talking about--you know. What you're supposed to do? Anyway. Give me the pin for a minute.
[Was he that awful? He pauses, his hand hovering over a pair of shoes. He remembers feeling terribly adamant about the stupidity of it all, except now it seems important. Or something.]
Sorry. Mm. Polnareff keeps talking about--you know. What you're supposed to do? Anyway. Give me the pin for a minute.
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