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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 13:41:46 GMT -5
((choose what? how the clothing looks?))
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 13:46:36 GMT -5
((Yes, siwwy wabbit))
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 13:54:10 GMT -5
((The clothes are, umm...nice? And look adventurey? *is really bad at describing clothes* What? I'm terrible with fashion! You said yourself--I'm not girly enough for this!))
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 13:59:20 GMT -5
((Did I? Well, you did put "Dark Blue" and that was it....))
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 15:06:47 GMT -5
((I know....dark blue is all that came to mind. Can we just say they look nice on him and move on? *sheepish*))
Devon looks at the, smiling. "Yes, I think these will do just wonderfully. Do you mind if I try them on before making the purchase?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 15:08:40 GMT -5
"Of course, sir" the humble shopkeeper tells him, handing him the clothes with a slightly wrinkled hand.
((I'm kinda upset Mr Rove dies later...*Sniff*))
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 15:23:32 GMT -5
((OMG--he does!? That's awful! *cries*))
"Thank you so much. Where is your changing room?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 15:31:01 GMT -5
((Gailpost gets raided by demons...))
Mr Rove points to a small door to the left of the room.
He is still smiling happily.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 15:44:01 GMT -5
Devon gives a nod, walking into the room. A few moments later, he reemerges in the fine dark shades of blue. The outfit suits him perfectly, and though it's an adveturey outfit, he still looks just as dashing in it; Devon smiles widely giving Mr. Rove many thanks for all the wonderful work and pulls out his coin purse. "I'm afraid I don't know the conversion--how much will that be?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 15:47:08 GMT -5
"I'm sure 12 gold pieces will be fine, kind sir" Mr Rove says cheefully, sounding as though he's not actually sure how much it costs. He waves it away with a hand, as if dismissing Devon's question.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 15:54:44 GMT -5
Devon nods, giving the man 12 pieces and collecting his things. He really felt like a brand new person. After all the transactions are done and taken care of, he says good bye to the kindly gentleman and smiles over to the elf. "Are you ready to go, or could I get you something?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 16:02:11 GMT -5
"Well, I do think my bra ((Did they have them back then?)) is getting a little small..." she says "But I'm sure it'll hold another week" she smiles at Mr Rove and leaves the store.
"Don't be a stranger now! Take good care!" he tells Devon, still smiling widley.
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Post by Seven on Apr 11, 2008 16:04:07 GMT -5
"...You're breasts are still growing?" he wouldn't have normally asked such an indecent question, but it just slipped out. Was it even possible for a woman's chest to get larger? Wouldn't she suffocate soon?
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Post by Rojo on Apr 11, 2008 16:19:54 GMT -5
She shrugs
"Most elf women's don't stop until they're about 225-6, but mine have been going for about an extra year or three. It's quite annoying and occasionally painful." She says, but then smiles "But they sure do bring the men in."
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Post by Seven on Apr 12, 2008 0:43:31 GMT -5
"What an optimistic way of viewing things!" he says, not wanting to allude to his minor wonder at elven ages. "So, Miss faelin, how old are you?"
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