He hands the no, nevah in life pile back to one of the assistants with a benign shrug. She'll either find the one she wants or not, but in the meantime, he decides he might as well look at the men's side of the shop. He's never been one to dress up; it doesn't suit his temperament or his demeanour, and when the shop attendant asks what he wants he answers just something simple.
He actually likes the first... what are they, suits? tuxedoes? the first whichever she shows him, and while he hears Fleur's voice, alternately loud and soft in tone floating over from her changing room, he takes his own suit to the dressing room to try it on, all those bags of jewellery safe with him.
He likes it. He may never wear it again, but he likes it. And so he dresses again in his jeans and shirt and boots and moves back into the shop, nodding to the woman, satisfied.
He's easy.
She wraps the outfit for him in a dress bag and he leans back against the counter, satisfied, while he waits for Fleur.
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Date: 2005-07-18 11:05 pm (UTC)He actually likes the first... what are they, suits? tuxedoes? the first whichever she shows him, and while he hears Fleur's voice, alternately loud and soft in tone floating over from her changing room, he takes his own suit to the dressing room to try it on, all those bags of jewellery safe with him.
He likes it. He may never wear it again, but he likes it. And so he dresses again in his jeans and shirt and boots and moves back into the shop, nodding to the woman, satisfied.
He's easy.
She wraps the outfit for him in a dress bag and he leans back against the counter, satisfied, while he waits for Fleur.