[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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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?