Post by adrien arkwright on Sept 25, 2016 12:44:16 GMT
The untamed mane that Adrian called hair wasn't difficult to spot by the fitting rooms, the bend around the next rack of clothes causing Adrien to pause for a second as lips pulled taut. It seemed that those few minutes he had left her sufficed, the ginger making some progress in selecting an elegant attire. "Heeeey, you look good," Casually commented as Adrien approached her, brows raised with pleasant surprise as he scanned the ranger. It was refreshing to see Mastry in something other than those plain casuals she refused to budge from. Now if only... He'd cut short his train of thoughts as eyes flickered downward as he'd check his watch, lips parting with an answer a moment later.
"Uh, we've still got time. Whatever you're comfortable with," Adrien would shrug and answer feigning absolute ignorance to her (presumably) irate self. "Just this?" Asked as his head trailed towards the pile of clothes in one side and a few held by an attendant. Those were a lot of clothes and from all she had tried on, he found it ridiculous if she went with just one pair. And from what he could make out, nearly none of them were party dresses much to his unvoiced dissapointment.
Truth be told, Adrien was indeed rather dissapointed with what he had retutned though although he had to face reality - - with the tantrum Mastry put up at the hospital and at the beginning of the date, it seemed like she didn't ever want to get into a dress. His head turned to shift away from her as he'd stare at some mannequins in the distance. "So what's your deal with dresses again? Have you ever even worn one?" He'd ask casually as imaginary gears quietly moved and clicked in his mind. While frills and laces may have been inconvenient for day to day wear, what stopped her from adorning one for an occasion?
"Uh, we've still got time. Whatever you're comfortable with," Adrien would shrug and answer feigning absolute ignorance to her (presumably) irate self. "Just this?" Asked as his head trailed towards the pile of clothes in one side and a few held by an attendant. Those were a lot of clothes and from all she had tried on, he found it ridiculous if she went with just one pair. And from what he could make out, nearly none of them were party dresses much to his unvoiced dissapointment.
Truth be told, Adrien was indeed rather dissapointed with what he had retutned though although he had to face reality - - with the tantrum Mastry put up at the hospital and at the beginning of the date, it seemed like she didn't ever want to get into a dress. His head turned to shift away from her as he'd stare at some mannequins in the distance. "So what's your deal with dresses again? Have you ever even worn one?" He'd ask casually as imaginary gears quietly moved and clicked in his mind. While frills and laces may have been inconvenient for day to day wear, what stopped her from adorning one for an occasion?