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vatheon2013-04-05 09:56 pm
dualbladewarrior) wrote in vatheon2013-04-05 09:56 pm
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They come runnin' just as fast as they can
Who: Hubutt and other shopping citizens of Vatheon
When: April 4th
Where: Middle District Shops
Status: Open! (Will match style)
"No, no, no! None of this looks right!"
A frustrated cry came from one of the clothing shops in the Middle District. While Pascal was on the network asking for fashion advice (unbeknownst to the man who asked her out on a date, of course), Hubert was stubbornly trying to figure out his own clothing for it. A hand over his face, the current selection he was trying on and looking at in front of a mirror, he was grumbling to himself in annoyance. Sure, what he had chosen was nice, but it just didn't feel right to him. Far too used to his most formal wear being a variation on his military uniform, everything he had gone through was summarily rejected almost as soon as he saw it on himself.
The problem here not being the clothes, but that he lacked a second opinion. An opinion that wasn't based on his obvious lack of style.
"I tell her to find something nice to wear, and I fail to do the same for myself. I'm failing at a proper date before I'm even on it..."
Some one. Please. Help him.
When: April 4th
Where: Middle District Shops
Status: Open! (Will match style)
"No, no, no! None of this looks right!"
A frustrated cry came from one of the clothing shops in the Middle District. While Pascal was on the network asking for fashion advice (unbeknownst to the man who asked her out on a date, of course), Hubert was stubbornly trying to figure out his own clothing for it. A hand over his face, the current selection he was trying on and looking at in front of a mirror, he was grumbling to himself in annoyance. Sure, what he had chosen was nice, but it just didn't feel right to him. Far too used to his most formal wear being a variation on his military uniform, everything he had gone through was summarily rejected almost as soon as he saw it on himself.
The problem here not being the clothes, but that he lacked a second opinion. An opinion that wasn't based on his obvious lack of style.
"I tell her to find something nice to wear, and I fail to do the same for myself. I'm failing at a proper date before I'm even on it..."
Some one. Please. Help him.