Aldric had no answer, looking down as he chuckled. Some half-hearted attempt to hide the grin. He only looked up again once the tailor stepped away. Valery’s defense of her fashione made him raise his hands passively, “Oh, of that I have no doubt,” There was no helping a look at her current outfit. It was form-fitting, contoured to her figure and leaving little of her silhouette to the imagination. He certainly couldn’t complain. Aldric pried his eyes away after a few moments, “Just… a different kind of style.”
Valery herself affirmed her preferences just a few moments later, and he shot her a momentary raise of his brows, “Mhm.” He listened more genuinely as she continued, adding his own seal of approval, “I can picture it now. Can’t wait to see the real deal,” Aldric cut himself off and shook his head before he got too far ahead of himself.
The agent took his suit and stepped in front of a mirror, putting in on to admire the sartorial flair, “Yeahhh…” He straightened out the front, “This feels right.” He snatched a tie from the rack, lining it up with his collar to get a sense of how it looked, “Tie or no tie? Eh what the hell, might as well have a spare in case I’m feeling it.” He let the tie hang loosely over his shoulders for now, turning back to give the tailor a nod, “Thank you, sir. This is perfect.” The suit itself made him feel a little more settled into the role. The superspy was back.
It was Valery’s turn next, and Aldric took up her post to watch. The tailor had a comment of his own to add, and this time it made the agent’s face far redder than anything before. They both left him in a beat of silence, a bit awkward, though the tailor himself didn't’ seem to even recognize it. Finally Aldric spoke, “We’re, uh-” Or not. Or maybe, “Uh- We’re… coworkers.” His voice trailed off as he rubbed the nape of his neck. Not that those things were mutually exclusive.
Valery herself affirmed her preferences just a few moments later, and he shot her a momentary raise of his brows, “Mhm.” He listened more genuinely as she continued, adding his own seal of approval, “I can picture it now. Can’t wait to see the real deal,” Aldric cut himself off and shook his head before he got too far ahead of himself.
The agent took his suit and stepped in front of a mirror, putting in on to admire the sartorial flair, “Yeahhh…” He straightened out the front, “This feels right.” He snatched a tie from the rack, lining it up with his collar to get a sense of how it looked, “Tie or no tie? Eh what the hell, might as well have a spare in case I’m feeling it.” He let the tie hang loosely over his shoulders for now, turning back to give the tailor a nod, “Thank you, sir. This is perfect.” The suit itself made him feel a little more settled into the role. The superspy was back.
It was Valery’s turn next, and Aldric took up her post to watch. The tailor had a comment of his own to add, and this time it made the agent’s face far redder than anything before. They both left him in a beat of silence, a bit awkward, though the tailor himself didn't’ seem to even recognize it. Finally Aldric spoke, “We’re, uh-” Or not. Or maybe, “Uh- We’re… coworkers.” His voice trailed off as he rubbed the nape of his neck. Not that those things were mutually exclusive.