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Tac snorted slightly, uncertain if he was more put off or amused by this woman's reactions to his process of choosing which attire to purchase. He had only ever had one session where he was given advice and input on what to buy and wear in a clothing shop, and that had been years ago back on Yael. Funnily enough, that had also been someone he had barely known. "I believe that anyone who would wish to be my spouse would enjoy my choices as they are." A spouse for him was a laughable idea anyway...

His lips pursed with consideration before he shook his head. "No, I do not. There are enough colors out there that I am always able to find some combination to work with whatever I have chosen. There's no need for a favorite to restrict myself to. If we must, I have no distaste for the colors I currently have on." Oh, but now she was asking even more questions, and he looked at her blankly. What was this? "I enjoy reading... but what does enjoying food have to do with clothing? You are making this a much more complicated endeavor than it needs to be, are you not?"

The woman's dramatics were met with a flat and unamused slide of Tac's eyes. "I can see that you are suffering." Did everyone expect so many details on his life in order to fulfill the narrow margin of importance that clothing resided in? Perhaps it was an Oba thing?

"Confusion and complaining are two different things." How was he supposed to know that shopping involved so much? It had never been such a demanding issue before. To be fair to her frustration.. he had been in Oba for a number of years now. There had been plenty of time to at least explore the fabric shops that he had just never bothered with. This might be a sign of a larger nudge that he had been needing to get out into the world.

"You are implying that wearing red means you like attention and disregard what others think? ..So, red is a rebellious color?" Was he getting that right? Did everyone else know this side of fashion?

Despite his behavior, he still stepped forward for a closer look at the offered top. "I appreciate that the sleeves can be rolled up," he observed, "but would anyone really take me seriously in such a flashy pattern?"

Tac's nose wrinkled slightly. He certainly didn't want anyone giving him undue attention. "It seems that red is not for me, in that case." He hesitated for a moment before pushing himself the tiniest bit. "Even without knowing what it supposedly means, the red suits you quite well." In part, he was just making a point about how the visual was more important than the meaning; but the girl did have a strange charm that warranted at least one nice thing said to her for her services~

He noticed the seamstress for the first time, eyes drifting back to the top at hand. "I had custom ordering recommended to me once, but that was long ago. I can see how that does make the options a bit more open to interpretation."

He instinctively pulled back the slightest bit before relaxing again, much like when she had taken his arm outside. While being a doctor meant he got up close and personal with many people, he was still rather set in having his personal space to himself outside of the job. He found himself looking the woman over and snorted. "I see no reason for shops to exclude what would fit you. You appear to be in fine health." Perhaps she was extra curvy, but even he knew enough to not point that out. Many a patient had tried to give him sass for his observations, and she was certainly no patient.

"I certainly would not keep herbs in a pocket... but the idea of the pocket itself is good to consider." He pursed his lips slightly in thought. Perhaps... "If you would assist me further, I am also looking to purchase a sweater for my brother as well?" He doubted his brother would care too much about the details, but he could use the help while she was there and willing.