[While she was talking, he was picking through the accessories. Most of them are boring and normal, but a few have the sort of bangles and glitter that he likes. One has some sick red threads of some unidentifiable stone running through orange and yellow metals in a braided pattern over a barrette. He slips all of these into his hair under his hat, and then grabs a few golden bracelets that were hiding under a pile of beige scarves, then slips up over to the dressing room. He leans up against the door, nail file back out and tapping his foot impatiently.
The shopkeep reappears from the back room and Taako glances up, sighing.]
Alright, you need to stay here because if I don't like this ensemble? You're going to have to bring me what I need. And?
[The owner stops in front of him as Taako holds up very well manicured hand, then his eyes follow Taako's finger as he points to the front of the store.]
I'm going to want to try on every single one of those boots - ankle length and knee height. I don't know how sizes work here though, my man, so just keep them coming. I'll take every single one that I like.
[Those shoes are all crimes against humanity, but there are over 30 pairs lined up in the shop window so it'll give Lup enough time as he sends the shopkeep back and forth. The man balks, but Taako produces the bag which is again, a little larger than the last time he saw it, causing his eyes to grow in tandem. The promise of a perfect sale, of getting everything sold at once is too tempting and he scuttles off.
Taako nods and flips the dressing room curtain open. He'll keep the storekeeper busy, running back and forth to the front of the store as he tries on shoe after shoe after shoe after shoe, each time sending them back for a different size or a different color or a slightly higher heel or a better cut of the zipper or more lace. Whatever he can think of to get him to keep them coming. The skirt and the sash? Totally on under his own clothes right now while an illusion of them hanging up in the dressing room remain.
He keeps the shoes coming and then starts sending him off to the front of the store to try the heels instead of the boots. Sandals? Yeah, try those. No, doesn't like them. He keeps them coming from work boots to platforms, whatever he can think of.
And then he starts asking for hats - bowlers and fedoras, sunhats and visors, whatever they have as long as it's at the front of the shop.]
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The shopkeep reappears from the back room and Taako glances up, sighing.]
Alright, you need to stay here because if I don't like this ensemble? You're going to have to bring me what I need. And?
[The owner stops in front of him as Taako holds up very well manicured hand, then his eyes follow Taako's finger as he points to the front of the store.]
I'm going to want to try on every single one of those boots - ankle length and knee height. I don't know how sizes work here though, my man, so just keep them coming. I'll take every single one that I like.
[Those shoes are all crimes against humanity, but there are over 30 pairs lined up in the shop window so it'll give Lup enough time as he sends the shopkeep back and forth. The man balks, but Taako produces the bag which is again, a little larger than the last time he saw it, causing his eyes to grow in tandem. The promise of a perfect sale, of getting everything sold at once is too tempting and he scuttles off.
Taako nods and flips the dressing room curtain open. He'll keep the storekeeper busy, running back and forth to the front of the store as he tries on shoe after shoe after shoe after shoe, each time sending them back for a different size or a different color or a slightly higher heel or a better cut of the zipper or more lace. Whatever he can think of to get him to keep them coming. The skirt and the sash? Totally on under his own clothes right now while an illusion of them hanging up in the dressing room remain.
He keeps the shoes coming and then starts sending him off to the front of the store to try the heels instead of the boots. Sandals? Yeah, try those. No, doesn't like them. He keeps them coming from work boots to platforms, whatever he can think of.
And then he starts asking for hats - bowlers and fedoras, sunhats and visors, whatever they have as long as it's at the front of the shop.]