[ help sylvain doesn't realize lottie is rooming with toko yet... ignorance is bliss! before he avoids their suite and floor for the rest of eternity, they can at least get in a fun shopping trip. hopefully their friends have already been busted from jail by the time this happens, or else that's a real bad look!
anyway, he'll show up at their designated meeting spot whether that's her door, or elsewhere. he's probably still only got the one set of clothing which he endeavors to keep as clean as possible, so there's really no dressing to impress here... (and besides, that's the whole point of the outing. jeans and soup.) he offers a friendly smile when he sees her.
...before i write any more meta, how is she faring against the flowers... ]
[ it's okay Lottie is willing to accept looking sussy as hell while everyone is in jail.. this is her brand
As far as flowers, Lottie is.. Miffed. Half functioning and half on the verge of death (from irritation or pollen, she genuinely can't tell). But she's taken a potion hot off the press -- from a lovely neighbor that wished her and Toko a fun journey to their new abodeβ’ -- and she's looking considerably better when she approaches Sylvain.
Still, despite having done this process before, Lottie finds herself nervous meeting an internet person for the first time. This time, it's because he so openly flirted with her, and.. Well, eventually they're gonna go on a date.. Right??? She swallows, cheeks actually gaining color when he smiles. She waves in turn, stepping onto the curb of the street they agreed to meet at, only slightly dressed up in a loose but flattering dress (anything tight around her chest means pain for her lungs!!). ]
Hey! Hi. [ Oh. Hm. The closer she gets, the more she has to angle her head up to look at him? Wow.. Dopily, she lets out: ] You're.. Tall.
[ nice, he can tell her she looks great and it won't be a lie! (he would've 100% lied anyway...) but apparently she beats him to compliments. or at least he'll consider it one, the way she's obviously gazing up at him. (she's super cute! is it bad he's already considering this a date? i'm sorry he does not have nearly as much shame as he ought to.) ]
I also go by Sylvain. [ he grins, not unkindly. ] Nice to met you in person, Lottie. You look radiant.
[ and, because he is already assuming this is a date, and is ye olde, he props up the crook of his arm for her to take. (even if... she is the one with directions...) ]
[ Oh, don't worry, she knows. She actually cross referenced their last conversation a few times before coming so she could know his name, and not give him some weird nickname from the get go. She's happy she did, because Sylvain the guy from Not Tinderβ’ tells her she looks radiant, something she hasn't heard in a long time. ]
N-nice to meet you, too, Sylvain.
[ She is very flustered, and giddy, at being told this, clearly. And a little surprised, if the slow and shy way she takes his arm is anything to go by. Wow, this guy is old fashioned..
And it's endearing!!
She nods to his suggestion, and starts them off in the direction where she's found the shops they're looking for frequent. The street starts off with more homely things, like yarn shops and fabric stores, the beginnings of a crowd forming because some deal is happening. But screw that because, wow, she's holding someone's arm? Like an old timey period piece? ]
Wow, I didn't think it'd be this crowded.. The last time I came here it was pretty quiet!
[ one could suppose if you had 'modern day' meet 'medieval' somewhere in the middle, one would end up in regency...
...also help sylvain isn't used to people falling for his charms ("charms") either. usually he'll get an eyeroll at best, a slap to the face at worst. his luck with women has been awful for as long as he can remember (disclaimer: entirely his own fault), and he can't recall the last time he tried flirting without immediate consequences...
so this is pretty nice. ]
Shall I elbow through them in your honor?
[ he's using his height to his advantage to scope out whatever the Hot Bargain isβ apparently some accessories for the cold weather ]
...Are you in need of a new shawl? Gloves?
[ this is partly a joke. but also, he would do it just to be insufferable. ]
[ Haha, what the heck? Elbow people in her honor?? Kinda cringe. Very dorky. He's cute? The shawl and glove things are bit hokey but.. Nothing she can't handle. She looks up to him β for just a moment! Long enough for a bit of mirth to dance in her eyes, before they flit back to the people in their way. ]
..You think a shawl would look good on me?
[ Sadly, no dice with the gloves! Lottie's nails would just make her look silly having them on. Very fingerless gloves vogue, or worse.. The gloves that only cover half the palm!! ]
[ OH? A wink? He's multitalented.. Lottie smiles. ]
We can come back and maybe find some gloves for your outfit, you mean!
[ Or for the soup!!!! It's a cold day and the soup may be very hot, after all.. Which, speaking of, it's in eyesight. The jeans shop soup store double whammy combo β two stores of completely different means seated right next to each other like it somehow makes sense. Perfectly convenient in her eyes, as well, ]
Alright, so have you thought about how you wanna look with them on? All I need is like a general feeling. A concept!
[ he's not particularly afraid of the cold, but it does feel a bit strange to have his hands unprotected, after wearing gloves for so many years and throughout so many battles... as for pantsβfor whatever reason the men in faerghus wear chinos under their armor? i have no idea why his pants have a fly in the imperial year of 1186. ]
I guess something not too different from what I'm wearing now.
[ as in a slimmer fit, but not so constricting he can't fight if he needed to. ]
Fashion is important, but it needs to be functional as well.
[ Lottie sounds, and is, pleased by his answer. He clearly chose the right one, because when they stroll into the appropriate store, she wanders her way through the sections. Ignoring the massive posters of models sampling the jeans, smiling at nothing but looking gorgeous all the same. ]
You want something slim and flattering, but roomy enough to move in. [ She palms at some jeans, these ones are a dark blue in hue. Clearly, she is not impressed, after she compares it to Sylvain. She moves onto the lighter denim, ] Do you usually wear boots? Sneakers? Loafers?
[ ..................what are sneakers and loafers π€ ]
Boots. I come from a pretty cold place, but I'm happy to try something different.
[ also he's a cavalry unit, and his current riding boots go super high up his thighs.
he curiously eyes the denim, feeling the fabric for himself. it does feel quite durable, with surprising give to the material... heavier than canvas but with a somewhat similar texture. ]
...How about you? What do you normally wear around?
[ he wonders if lottie owns a pair of jeans of her own, or is usually dolled up in dresses day to day... (most women in fΓ³dlan wore the latter, though ingrid favored breeches. it's interesting to see more examples of unisex fashion here in stygia.) ]
[ She drapes a pair delicately over her arm, after eyeing his waist and thinking. Hard. She's just kind of ballparking sizes here, but at least what she picks out are nice enough to look at. ]
I'm from a place that's hot all year round, so sometimes it's sandals, sometimes heels. Sneakers. When it hits triple digits it's shorts season, [ She grins. ] or pants season.. Call me crazy but I'll still wear some jeans if it looks good. I think I'd probably die if I lived somewhere cold, though..
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anyway, he'll show up at their designated meeting spot whether that's her door, or elsewhere. he's probably still only got the one set of clothing which he endeavors to keep as clean as possible, so there's really no dressing to impress here... (and besides, that's the whole point of the outing. jeans and soup.) he offers a friendly smile when he sees her.
...before i write any more meta, how is she faring against the flowers... ]
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As far as flowers, Lottie is.. Miffed. Half functioning and half on the verge of death (from irritation or pollen, she genuinely can't tell). But she's taken a potion hot off the press -- from a lovely neighbor that wished her and Toko a fun journey to their new abodeβ’ -- and she's looking considerably better when she approaches Sylvain.
Still, despite having done this process before, Lottie finds herself nervous meeting an internet person for the first time. This time, it's because he so openly flirted with her, and.. Well, eventually they're gonna go on a date.. Right??? She swallows, cheeks actually gaining color when he smiles. She waves in turn, stepping onto the curb of the street they agreed to meet at, only slightly dressed up in a loose but flattering dress (anything tight around her chest means pain for her lungs!!). ]
Hey! Hi. [ Oh. Hm. The closer she gets, the more she has to angle her head up to look at him? Wow.. Dopily, she lets out: ] You're.. Tall.
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I also go by Sylvain. [ he grins, not unkindly. ] Nice to met you in person, Lottie. You look radiant.
[ and, because he is already assuming this is a date, and is ye olde, he props up the crook of his arm for her to take. (even if... she is the one with directions...) ]
Lead the way?
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N-nice to meet you, too, Sylvain.
[ She is very flustered, and giddy, at being told this, clearly. And a little surprised, if the slow and shy way she takes his arm is anything to go by. Wow, this guy is old fashioned..
And it's endearing!!
She nods to his suggestion, and starts them off in the direction where she's found the shops they're looking for frequent. The street starts off with more homely things, like yarn shops and fabric stores, the beginnings of a crowd forming because some deal is happening. But screw that because, wow, she's holding someone's arm? Like an old timey period piece? ]
Wow, I didn't think it'd be this crowded.. The last time I came here it was pretty quiet!
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...also help sylvain isn't used to people falling for his charms ("charms") either. usually he'll get an eyeroll at best, a slap to the face at worst. his luck with women has been awful for as long as he can remember (disclaimer: entirely his own fault), and he can't recall the last time he tried flirting without immediate consequences...
so this is pretty nice. ]
Shall I elbow through them in your honor?
[ he's using his height to his advantage to scope out whatever the Hot Bargain isβ apparently some accessories for the cold weather ]
...Are you in need of a new shawl? Gloves?
[ this is partly a joke. but also, he would do it just to be insufferable. ]
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..You think a shawl would look good on me?
[ Sadly, no dice with the gloves! Lottie's nails would just make her look silly having them on. Very fingerless gloves vogue, or worse.. The gloves that only cover half the palm!! ]
With this dress?
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The magenta might clash a bit... But you'd be pretty toasty.
[ he winks, jokingly. ...though, it is true that the weather's been quite chilly as of late. ]
We can always come back later, if you change your mind.
[ they can proceed onward... towards soup! ]
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We can come back and maybe find some gloves for your outfit, you mean!
[ Or for the soup!!!! It's a cold day and the soup may be very hot, after all.. Which, speaking of, it's in eyesight. The jeans shop soup store double whammy combo β two stores of completely different means seated right next to each other like it somehow makes sense. Perfectly convenient in her eyes, as well, ]
Alright, so have you thought about how you wanna look with them on? All I need is like a general feeling. A concept!
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[ he's not particularly afraid of the cold, but it does feel a bit strange to have his hands unprotected, after wearing gloves for so many years and throughout so many battles... as for pantsβfor whatever reason the men in faerghus wear chinos under their armor? i have no idea why his pants have a fly in the imperial year of 1186. ]
I guess something not too different from what I'm wearing now.
[ as in a slimmer fit, but not so constricting he can't fight if he needed to. ]
Fashion is important, but it needs to be functional as well.
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Of course.
[ Lottie sounds, and is, pleased by his answer. He clearly chose the right one, because when they stroll into the appropriate store, she wanders her way through the sections. Ignoring the massive posters of models sampling the jeans, smiling at nothing but looking gorgeous all the same. ]
You want something slim and flattering, but roomy enough to move in. [ She palms at some jeans, these ones are a dark blue in hue. Clearly, she is not impressed, after she compares it to Sylvain. She moves onto the lighter denim, ] Do you usually wear boots? Sneakers? Loafers?
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Boots. I come from a pretty cold place, but I'm happy to try something different.
[ also he's a cavalry unit, and his current riding boots go super high up his thighs.
he curiously eyes the denim, feeling the fabric for himself. it does feel quite durable, with surprising give to the material... heavier than canvas but with a somewhat similar texture. ]
...How about you? What do you normally wear around?
[ he wonders if lottie owns a pair of jeans of her own, or is usually dolled up in dresses day to day... (most women in fΓ³dlan wore the latter, though ingrid favored breeches. it's interesting to see more examples of unisex fashion here in stygia.) ]
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[ A pause. ]
Oh, do you mean shoes? It depends on the season.
[ She drapes a pair delicately over her arm, after eyeing his waist and thinking. Hard. She's just kind of ballparking sizes here, but at least what she picks out are nice enough to look at. ]
I'm from a place that's hot all year round, so sometimes it's sandals, sometimes heels. Sneakers. When it hits triple digits it's shorts season, [ She grins. ] or pants season.. Call me crazy but I'll still wear some jeans if it looks good. I think I'd probably die if I lived somewhere cold, though..