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[attr="class","giada i"]the thought makes her pause, makes her stare. and then, a probably too bright smile follows.

”okay,” she murmurs. hands reach to begin pulling her sweater up and over her head.

”is it really stealing if you give it to me to wear, though?” although, when or if he breaks her heart, then she’ll be stealing the shirt. no doubt.

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[attr="class","giada i"]he'll get more later. while public shenanigans are thrilling, she's not trying to get banned from this store without buying clothes for him.

"you sure?" her head tilts slightly, as if weighing the thought. eventually, however, she merely smiles.

he's passing a t-shirt, then, and she's looking more confused than she probably should. it's a cute shirt, one she'd probably steal from him if given the chance.

"why? aren't you supposed to be the one trying on?" so he can keep undressing for her hehe.

CIAN MAHER
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[attr="class","giada i"]a very pleased hum escapes when he follows instructions and spins. and maybe her smile shifts into something a little more affectionate but it's not like he can see when he's double cheeked up on a thursday afternoon.

"is it?"

her hand reaches, then, and gives a cheek a light tap. a snicker follows and she's tugging at the back of the shirt to turn him back around.

"looks good to me," she purrs softly. her head tilts slightly, eyes dropping to the pants again. "if you want another size, we can grab it."

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[attr="class","giada i"]you know, the workers have probably dealt with worse... maybe?

she lets out a soft hum of approval as his shirt is shed. and when he presses a quick kiss to her cheek, she's flashing a bright smile. it's returned with a lightness, although she tries to press it to his lips instead amidst the flurry of changing into the red outfit.

"spin," she murmurs when he's finished. the shirt's definitely cute. it fits in the right places but is loose enough to not be constricting. a quality shirt.

she may or may not simply want to see his ass in those jeans though... hehe.

CIAN MAHER
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[attr="class","giada i"]"paxton concordas ," she repeats, the name curling into a purr and escaping in a soft wisp of steam. her lips spread further and yep, she's up to no good. "cute name."

her attention shifts as CIAN MAHER draws her in, a usual happening. a yogurt covered pretzel is offered, stared down with a curious gaze, and she's letting out a light giggle.

"gonna feed me, love?" she drifts closer to his side as if pulled by his center of gravity. her hands wave about slightly, a little more eggnog sloshing slightly onto the ground in the process. "my hands are a little... busy."

another joins them, then, and her head is turning to regard @elliott with another smile.

she doesn't get the chance to pester the latest blonde, however. paxton draws her ever fleeting attention back in with a question. right, how do they all know cian?

she snickers, a memory rising. it's alcohol tinged, sure, but still fond and spicy all the same.

"i," a pause, a knowing glance sent in cian's direction, and then the smile shifts into something more coy. "don't think that first meeting is party material. how do you guys know each other? a classic case of cuties sticking together?"

winter ball.
hehehehe

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[attr="class","giada i"]"maybe?" she feigns hurt, expression shifting into a childish pout. "mean." not really. she enjoys the chase just as much as she enjoys him.

once there's enough clothes to form a handful of outfits to pick from, he's dragging her into one of the changing rooms. closeness is a welcome occurrence for giada. although... the workers might not enjoy it quite as much.

"this one," she leans to run an idle hand across one of the outfits. it looks similar to another but... it has red and she's a sucker for the color. plus, it almost feels like alt style... yum.

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[attr="class","giada i"]she hums approval. he really can pull off anything.

"absolutely." the smile she flashes him is, realistically, not at all pg.

she strays slightly from him to browse. intertwined fingers keep her tethered, close enough to pass various shirts, jackets, and jeans over with ease. and when he squeezes her hand, she squeezes back. it's warm, affectionate.

her next choice of words, however? saucy.

"nothing," she chirps, head turning to offer a wink. "but these are cute too. you'd wear them well." she hands over another couple of shirts and another pair of jeans, then, and tugs him along to the next section.

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