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The cooler weather season was upon them, and Tacrith was standing outside one of the nicer clothing stores. While freezing temperatures were rare, a sweater was called for from time to time. He was having quite the inner debate of trying to decide on which store to go into as well as simply getting himself to actually go into the expensive looking shops. He had finally gotten some regular work with the local clinic, and was saving up some real money. For the first time in years, he had enough to spare.

He probably looked quite silly while he stood motionless in the street, his eyes scrutinizing the storefronts carefully for far too long a time than was necessary. His history consisted of the bare minimum to meet his needs outside of his work, and clothing was certainly no exception. Times were changing though, and he found himself tempted to splurge a little on something of good quality. He might even, just maybe, get something for his brother who had been working so diligently lately...

Tac was about ready to give up in his quest. The neighboring shops all looked promising, but the fronts gave no obvious clues to which one he would be better off exploring. If the fronts did reveal anything, it must have been beyond his line of knowledge.. which would not surprise him. It might be time to simply flip a coin...

He glanced over to see who was talking, a little surprised to see he was indeed the one being approached! "Lost?" He pursed his lips and turned his gaze back to the stores. "Perhaps I am, in a sense. I admit, I am having difficulty deciding which store to go into for some clothing." He looked back to the girl and paused. She wasn't exactly the image of practical clothing, but... "Would you happen to have a suggestion?"

Tac's brow cocked up with confusion, taking her teasing observation seriously. "I was never a priest. At any rate, they would usually wear long robes and the like." Of course his mind drew back to think about his oldest friend. He unfortunately hadn't seen the strange priest in years. "I was never directly affiliated with the military, but I did help out during the dretch war. I suppose that might have affected my clothing choice? My work has found me dealing with the dead before, particularly during the war, but my concern is on keeping the living.. well, living." He glanced down at himself briefly. He thought he looked fairly well put together. An undertaker, he was not!

"Considering how many various bodily fluids and viscera I have been exposed to, it is best to wear plenty of cover at all times." Work was his life, and one never knew when a job would suddenly come up. He had been surprised on more than one occasion.

Attractive? This was his first time hearing that out here in Oba. ..Not that it was any more common to hear back on Yael, of course. He had never put much stock into his own appearance outside of looking professional either, which made the compliment even more rare and surprising. It did little to his ego one way or the other, but it was still nice to hear on occasion. "Do you mean.. I should use my clothing to speak for me?" It was a concept he had heard before, but he had always depended on actions and words. His hand rose to scratch at his jaw in a contemplative manner. How many thoughts could a single outfit possibly convey? "I suppose I could give that a try."

His brow rose again with surprise, eyes shifting to the indicated store and back to the woman. "'We?' I am sure you have better things to do than go shopping clothing with me."

A pair of Oban had been walking by the two and paused to eavesdrop. After a moment, one smirked and gave a loud snort toward his companion. "Not sure what these two are hoping for," he mused, pretending to be talking to his companion but obviously speaking loud enough to be obnoxiously heard. "Can't put fancy clothes on a pile of crap and call it pretty."

Tac's first instinct was to tense up when his arm was grabbed. "I guess there would be no harm in you joining me.." he hesitantly replied. Considering the situation, it might have been more appropriate to say that he was the one joining her for this trip. He was certainly out of his element when it came to clothing, but the girl seemed fairly confident with herself.

Though he had heard the men, he was well along in ignoring the pair. He wasn't sure which of them was being referred to, but he had found that avoiding any confrontation with such folk was ideal for him. The hybrid seemed to have the opposite idea. That seemed to be a running theme with her.

The stranger's eyes went wide. "What did you say?!" He was speaking to their backs though, which riled him up even further. "My shoes are worth more than you are!" His companion was less than pleased, but seemed to lack the interest in pursuing that he did.

Tac followed along as he was guided, but still shook his head. "You know that's just going to feed their egos. ..I don't believe I have a favorite color?"

The pair started bickering, one trying to go after the snarky girl while the other held him back. Such uncomely behavior. Tac shook his head. "Those are rather unpleasant shoes," he murmured. Clothes were not his area, but even he had quality standards. There had been a time when even quality had not crossed his mind as a concern! How times changed...

Feeling more secure within the walls of the shop where a certain someone might be less likely to come cause trouble, he returned the woman's look with a slightly quizzical one of his own. "I am uncertain of that as well. I take the fabric and fit into consideration most of all. A good, sturdy material that won't be flapping all over the place is all I require. I suppose my only concern with color is that it goes well with what else is being worn." His brow cocked further, a tiny hint of a smile lifting as well. "I take it that this practice does not make for clothing that speaks out the way you believe it should?"