golden boy
cute
twenty-seven
september 23
slateport city
najwa
narcissist
who knows
let's come to terms- and embrace it. concur, admit, concede, and face it. i'm cute~
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kim cole-essam
easy eyes
POSTED ON Jul 8, 2019 18:35:08 GMT
“Don’t be so formal, just call me Kim.”
He continued forward with her in tow, slowing ever so slightly so that she may not lose her balance.
“And you aren’t bothering or inconveniencing me in any way, I called you out, didn’t I?”
They arrived in record time, which of course, was at any time, considering there was no time that would not be record time when there was not a record to said time in the first place.
Once they had set foot in the store, a variety of smells wafted into their senses. Mostly that of the clothes that lined shelves, but there was a hint of a certain fragrance on par with either perfume or cologne, a little something every store that lined these streets seemed to offer.
There were a collection of working clothes displayed here and there throughout the shops, accessories and the like accompanying them. These of course were less than pleasing to look at alone, but with a proper model, anything could be an astonishment to the eyes.
“How about overalls?”
He moved over to a clothes rack, sifting through the selections before picking one up and holding it over her.
“This should fit, go try it on.”
Pointing to a dressing room, he’d push the selection into her hands, darting off to find other accessories such as gloves, a pair of slip-on shoes, and a bandanna, handing them over as he nudged her towards the scripted destination. Kim needed a view of the full package to properly gauge if the overalls would work for the girl aesthetically.
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