Thank you, random stranger, for sparing my dignity, then.
[connor has a classmate who could probably pull it off. that classmate had no dignity to start with with. (i direct you to: exhibit a)
he's definitely appreciative of her choice of color palette. she has a good eye, even if connor isn't going to be the first to say it to a total stranger. he takes the shirt and holds onto it along with the jacket to try on later, and then looks over at the women's clothing.
(why she assumes he'll have any luck with women's clothing, he doesn't know. does he look like a candidate for a #gaybestfriend? little miffed, but not enough to let it stop him. challenge accepted.)
pawning the clothes she chose back off on her for a moment (yes, he literally just took them but whatever), he heads over to a rack with a striking red dress hidden among a few other, fancier dresses. it's the color that catches his attention, but the cut looks nice too. he looks back over at her over his shoulder, taking in the color of her hair and her eyes and her skin, trying to decide if it's the right shade of red. it's a nice dress, a simple cut. the kind of dress that showed off the wearer, not the handiwork of the designer. it look a confident and attractive woman to pull it off. objectively, lucrezia seemed like both.
so having deemed it acceptable, he brings it back over to her, careful not to drag it on the ground.]
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[connor has a classmate who could probably pull it off. that classmate had no dignity to start with with. (i direct you to: exhibit a)
he's definitely appreciative of her choice of color palette. she has a good eye, even if connor isn't going to be the first to say it to a total stranger. he takes the shirt and holds onto it along with the jacket to try on later, and then looks over at the women's clothing.
(why she assumes he'll have any luck with women's clothing, he doesn't know. does he look like a candidate for a #gaybestfriend? little miffed, but not enough to let it stop him. challenge accepted.)
pawning the clothes she chose back off on her for a moment (yes, he literally just took them but whatever), he heads over to a rack with a striking red dress hidden among a few other, fancier dresses. it's the color that catches his attention, but the cut looks nice too. he looks back over at her over his shoulder, taking in the color of her hair and her eyes and her skin, trying to decide if it's the right shade of red. it's a nice dress, a simple cut. the kind of dress that showed off the wearer, not the handiwork of the designer. it look a confident and attractive woman to pull it off. objectively, lucrezia seemed like both.
so having deemed it acceptable, he brings it back over to her, careful not to drag it on the ground.]
Nothing edible, as specified.