When In Rome....

[madeofhonour]

Characters: Angeal Hewley & Genesis Rhapsodos
Progress: Completed
Summary: Shopping for clothes because Angeal's a stiff and Genesis has an eye for these things.
Location: Shopping Plaza [somewhere they aren't wanted......]
Date: May 1804
Warnings: More "friendly" innuendos, eventually.

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[madeofhonour]

He grunted at the tug, nearly tripping as they entered the not-so-small shop. Angeal glanced around, still being lead. He was already anxious about all of this, despite his neutral demeanor. Maybe it was best that Genesis was there. He didn't like the idea of being told what to wear like some child, he would have been just fine shopping on his own had he done so.... even if Genesis would have complained about what he picked out.

And Angeal wouldn't have mind a whole closet of clothes, he wouldn't have been that greedy but "... I am not like Sephiroth!" He was slightly offended as he tugged back at his arm. He was reminded of their first meetings with Sephiroth, how quiet and shy he was with all of his dry jokes. Even after they got to know one another and they weren't so stiff, he didn't think he was like Sephiroth at all.

[madeofhonour]

Angeal snagged up a shirt before he was shoved into the small room with all the clothes. He muttered an quiet 'Am not,' after closing the door, locking it and hanging the clothes up. "... I'm not complaining but I'll tell you right now these won't fit." He tossed a pair of pants over the door. "At least another size or two up if they have it. I'm not built like you, Genesis."

He took off his borrowed shirt and slipped on the one he pulled for himself. Genesis was going to shoot it down anyway, so, he might as well have gotten it out of the way. He buttoned up the last button and stepped out of the changing room. It certainly wasn't awful on him. The thin dark gray pinstripes on the black shirt gave him a nice, slimed appearance. "Well?"