[the jacket he hands to her she puts on the hanger, putting it with the others and turning to look at him in the coat that had come to mind. that one she had remembered from it being on a mannequin not too long ago, and it came to memory at the right time.
mentally she blocks out the hat's existence, and reaching forward, Grell smooths down the front of the jacket he's wearing, then taking another step back to study how it hangs on him. it fits into the idea that she had perfectly.
That's it. That has to be it. It makes you look as striking as could be hoped.
[My, what a compliment! Enough to embarrass a lesser man, or to inflate the ego of a proud one. Ardyn's grin only widens, his own arms extended out in a dramatic gesture -- nothing new for him, at any rate.]
With words like that, how can this one immediately not be deemed the winner?
[He chuckles, and then gives his own opinion on the matter.] It's more comfortable than the last. Did you choose it specifically because of that?
The color's not likely to fade easily, the material's sturdy without being too stiff, and yes, it's comfortable. That's why it's right for you, with your talk of freedom.
[the perfect compromise, she thinks, between proper style and his personal comfort.]
Now, that with the gray pants and the scarf you mentioned - why, you'll make a picture.
And how thoughtful of you to take my preferences into consideration. [Even though she had basically been saying she'd been willing to do so this entire time. Ardyn knows this, but he teases nonetheless.] In that case, this is the one, isn't it?
[He'd prefer this one, anyway. Fashion aside, being able to move with considerable freedom seems to trump everything else.]
And as long as it's pleasing to your eye, well, I think that's reason enough to settle on it. [A pause, and then:] Speaking of scarves [oh no], why don't we take a look at what they have to offer here?
[she looks pleased enough for him to say that it was the one. her instinct hadn't failed her, and no matter the outcome of the pageant, he'd make a fine showing. plus, it would give him another option in his wardrobe.]
Why not? You may find something that captures your heart completely.
[she still has his coat, as she's ready to follow to where they keep said accessories here. it's not like she's going to lose it or anything, but at this point a sensible person would offer it back. not Grell.]
[Grell's left an opportunity open for a flirtatious comment, and Ardyn considers it only for a moment before... going for it. Potential to fluster or otherwise.]
What if something already has? And I'm not talking about clothing.
[And what if he just says it as casual as remarking about the weather, to boot? Even as it's his turn to take the lead, to wander off and find the section where they keep accessories.]
You don't have to carry my coat around, you know.
[And yes, he's been aware of the state of his absconded coat, he merely hasn't remarked on it until now.]
[thank god the mention of the coat means she can focus on that track instead of having to generate a witty enough reply to what he said. smooth, she has to admit, with it being so casual. but coat. coat before she gets too flustered and gives him yet more opportunity to tease her.]
Would you prefer I leave it somewhere?
[surely he's not in a rush? then why give it back freely?]
I figured you'd ask for it back when you wanted it.
[A statement like the one he had made is better left hanging in the air to be mulled over later. Besides, there's little point in flustering her too much.]
No. I simply hate for it to appear as if I'm inconveniencing you.
[But if she thinks that it's no issue, he'll not press the matter until he actually requires it back.]
Here we are. Which kind would you prefer, I wonder?
[The question comes after they locate the section with the scarves, displayed before them prominently in all patterns and colors.]
[her eye is drawn more toward, of course, red. it's practically a magnet when she's in its vicinity. though that doesn't mean she isn't looking at other colors - only that her favorite is obvious.]
Oh, you never truly know until you see it.
[she's content to be casual in looking at scarves, idly finding which ones are soft and which are more for looks than any real warmth. he had been so patient while she tore through the jackets, there's more than enough time to return the favor when it comes to this.]
[But he says it with a grin, as always. Plus, it's difficult not to notice how Grell immediately gravitates towards red. It's duly noted; much like the roses, he thinks to himself.
He picks up a two-toned scarlet scarf, one that looks much like this. Obviously he's humoring her rather than himself when it comes to shopping, now. Ardyn holds it out for her to see.]
[she looks up from where she's been examining a blue scarf to see the red, putting that one aside to take the red in her hands and study it. it's a good pair of colors, and without much further thought on it she loops it around her neck to test how it feels. hm. decently comfortable.]
What do you think now? Still suiting?
[there's probably a mirror somewhere, but she wants his opinion.]
[Ardyn steps forward, reaching out to fix the folds of the scarf that now hangs around her neck. Situating it so that it hangs in just the right way, pleasing to the eye -- certainly not an excuse just to stand closer, not at all.]
[excuse or not, she's not complaining, nor making much of a significant effort to move away. it only takes turning in place to pluck out a different scarf and then holding it so he can take a look.]
[it is with a feat of will that she does not say any of her own personal opinion on the scarf, and she keeps her face absolutely neutral for this cause.]
Then is the lack of patterns the mark of a coward? One who does care about other's opinions and blends in with caution?
Not necessarily. Some merely prefer colors interrupted by patterns. [Normal... people, maybe. Ardyn does not qualify.] It isn't necessarily a sign of cowardice; but it isn't distinctive, either.
[Tilting his chin at the patterned scarf, he asks:] Would you wear it?
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mentally she blocks out the hat's existence, and reaching forward, Grell smooths down the front of the jacket he's wearing, then taking another step back to study how it hangs on him. it fits into the idea that she had perfectly.
That's it. That has to be it. It makes you look as striking as could be hoped.
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With words like that, how can this one immediately not be deemed the winner?
[He chuckles, and then gives his own opinion on the matter.] It's more comfortable than the last. Did you choose it specifically because of that?
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[the perfect compromise, she thinks, between proper style and his personal comfort.]
Now, that with the gray pants and the scarf you mentioned - why, you'll make a picture.
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[He'd prefer this one, anyway. Fashion aside, being able to move with considerable freedom seems to trump everything else.]
And as long as it's pleasing to your eye, well, I think that's reason enough to settle on it. [A pause, and then:] Speaking of scarves [oh no], why don't we take a look at what they have to offer here?
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Why not? You may find something that captures your heart completely.
[she still has his coat, as she's ready to follow to where they keep said accessories here. it's not like she's going to lose it or anything, but at this point a sensible person would offer it back. not Grell.]
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What if something already has? And I'm not talking about clothing.
[And what if he just says it as casual as remarking about the weather, to boot? Even as it's his turn to take the lead, to wander off and find the section where they keep accessories.]
You don't have to carry my coat around, you know.
[And yes, he's been aware of the state of his absconded coat, he merely hasn't remarked on it until now.]
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Would you prefer I leave it somewhere?
[surely he's not in a rush? then why give it back freely?]
I figured you'd ask for it back when you wanted it.
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No. I simply hate for it to appear as if I'm inconveniencing you.
[But if she thinks that it's no issue, he'll not press the matter until he actually requires it back.]
Here we are. Which kind would you prefer, I wonder?
[The question comes after they locate the section with the scarves, displayed before them prominently in all patterns and colors.]
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Oh, you never truly know until you see it.
[she's content to be casual in looking at scarves, idly finding which ones are soft and which are more for looks than any real warmth. he had been so patient while she tore through the jackets, there's more than enough time to return the favor when it comes to this.]
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[But he says it with a grin, as always. Plus, it's difficult not to notice how Grell immediately gravitates towards red. It's duly noted; much like the roses, he thinks to himself.
He picks up a two-toned scarlet scarf, one that looks much like this. Obviously he's humoring her rather than himself when it comes to shopping, now. Ardyn holds it out for her to see.]
I think this one would suit you.
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What do you think now? Still suiting?
[there's probably a mirror somewhere, but she wants his opinion.]
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[Ardyn steps forward, reaching out to fix the folds of the scarf that now hangs around her neck. Situating it so that it hangs in just the right way, pleasing to the eye -- certainly not an excuse just to stand closer, not at all.]
I think it suits you perfectly.
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[excuse or not, she's not complaining, nor making much of a significant effort to move away. it only takes turning in place to pluck out a different scarf and then holding it so he can take a look.]
This one seems to be rather bold.
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There's something courageous in wearing bold patterns. A declaration that you adhere to your own tastes, and care little for anyone else's.
[That being said...]
I like it.
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Then is the lack of patterns the mark of a coward? One who does care about other's opinions and blends in with caution?
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[Tilting his chin at the patterned scarf, he asks:] Would you wear it?