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"Thank you," She said with a smile, pecking his cheek as he asked his question. "Yeah, somewhere to get you something nice." Emery mused, giggling lightly. |
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Elias smiled at the small kiss, his hand brushing hers as they walked.
“Alright,” he said softly, “lead the way then.” |
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Em laced her fingers in his as they walked, glad he agreed. She lead them to a store with literally everything needed in it. Food? They had it. Jewelry? Also had that. She walked past all the junk until they reached the area with the nicer clothing for men, not full on suits but not everyday clothes either. The woman sat on a bench, setting the dress down. "Go find something that looks nice," She instructed, easy directions. |
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(woah i forgot about this alright .cough.)
He walked, his expression serious, - he found a black button up shirt, and some dress pants, it was classy, but not too formal. "Hows this? ' ' |
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Emery looked up at him when he came back, analyzing his outfit before nodding. "Looks good, just--" She paused, walking up to him and fixing the collar, making it straight. "Make sure the collar is right." The woman mused |
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' ' i appreciate it. ' ' he lets out a small chuckle, he poses, flexing his muscles slightly, what a tease! |
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"Please, i'm an expert when it comes to fashion." She mused, her expression faltering for a moment when he flexed. "Eli.." Emery trailed off, shaking her head as she grinned, chuckling. |
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' ' what? ' ' he asked, he ran his fingers through his hair,' his expression normal. |
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She sighed, adjusting the collar once more and noting it was sewn weird. Emery frowned slightly, walking back to her seat. "Go try and find a different one of those shirts, that one has it's collar sewn on weird." The woman noted, answering a text before looking back up. |
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he inhales, sighing. he moved back towards the dress-up section, noticing a different black button up with longer sleeved and cuffs. he kept on the pants, he put the shirt on walking back out too emery whos head was in their phone. ' ' hows this one? ' ' he spins. |
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