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 Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 2:06 pm
"...Oh," Zia suddenly grew awkward and all the giddiness was sucked out of her expression like a vacuum just opened up somewhere nearby. It's not that she was less excited about shopping, now, she just felt embarrassed enough to hide it. She felt her cheeks get hot at the faux pax and was suddenly very interested in something off to the right.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories," She apologized, clearing her throat.
Well this wasn't a very party atmosphere. Zia found herself being grateful when the tailor brought out an altered suit jacket and pants for Pascal to try on before making further adjustments.
"I'll just... I'll just wait outside," She said awkwardly, and then cringing at her own awkwardness.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 6:17 pm
Pascal didn't mind the memory, although typically bringing up dead anything was a general society faux pas. In a way, it was sort of nice to think about it again. Not that Pascal was a masochistic person but the life he had been reminded of was one that no longer existed to him. He would never have access to his parents again, and so it didn't matter how abusive or neglectful as they happened to have been because a simple thought reminded him of the good things he used to have too.
"Don't worry about it, it was a long time ago." He verified, allowing Zia the space to slip out when the tailor brought in an altered suit jacket and pants for him to try on.
He happily took it, but when he was finally alone with himself he almost felt like it was too quiet. There was no constantly touching from Zia or her chattering on about the fashion. It gave him more than enough time to try on the pants and jacket though, and even some time to look at himself in a nearby mirror. Admiration went a long way, and even Pascal could appreciate the view of himself. Suits were made to make men look good and damn did he look good.
A moment passed and finally Pascal pulled himself away and sought Zia out from the backroom.
"How does it look?" He asked, keeping a very business expression on his face as he tossed his hair over through a hand almost playfully. He kept it like that for a minute before he pushed his hand over his hair and held it back almost as if it had been slicked back, leaving it like that for a minute before allowing the locks of hair to fall freely again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 7:01 pm
Zia still felt awkward about bringing it up, even though he said it was no big deal. She did realize she didn't know him well enough to gauge how big of a deal it was, and kind of wished she could pretend it never happened without appearing insensitive.
So she waited, trying to tone done inner feelings of awkwardness until he came out to find her.
And damn he looked good.
Though that was the whole point of the suit cut and she could go on and on about the quirks of filling out a proper silhouette, but why ruin the moment when he was being amusing and she was blatantly objectifying him?
"Oh don't get cute," She laughed and came closer to tug on the ends of the jacket a bit and check over everything. "Does the hem feel okay? Is it comfortable?" She wanted to make sure she was getting the quality she was paying for here. This place wasn't cheap.
Though she did consider her dressed up doll named Pascal worth paying for at this point, evidenced by her gnawing her lower lip while she mentally went over an updated list of terrible things she'd do to him.
"Are you happy with it? Does it feel right?" Zia was happy, though it occurred to her it might be a tad self centered to announce that. Not that she wasn't self centered, she just wasn't going to announce it. With the right shirt and tie she'd gladly tote him around anywhere.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 7:37 pm
Pascal simply smiled at Zia when she told him not to get cute, but how could he not? He remained mostly silent as she gauged the quality of the suit, taking in his own deductions as she did. The sleeves were hemmed at a good location, and nothing was too long or too tight. He felt comfortable walking in it and not at all like he could drown in it. Yes, he was definitely pleased with it.
"Everything fits well actually, I'm surprised. Nothing is too long or too short, and nothing is too tight or too loose." He said, adding in a nod. "I'm happy if you are."
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 8:38 pm
"We'll take it," Zia snapped to the associate waiting on them, who no doubt muttered something about her being a b***h under her breath. Zia paid. She insisted. She didn't even mentally argue with herself about how this was 'before we lost our trust fund' spending. One swipe of her pretty little platinum card and it was done with.
She hooked an arm around his and started the walk out of the boutique. "Consider it a gift for getting me out of this bind," She laughed. "And you obviously needed it anyway."
Of course now that that triumph was over, there was the ominous walk back to her car.
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