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Post by Inara Serra on Jul 19, 2006 11:54:02 GMT -5
Inara held up another pair of suspenders, red this time, with brown trim. "What about these, Mal? They would go wonderfully with your red shirt. And the brown would go well with your coat."
She and Mal had been in Madame Song's Boutique for about a half hour and so far, they were making pretty good progress. Granted, Mal had only agreed on one of the three shirts Inara had shown him, but he had liked one of them, and that was all that mattered to her. It showed he was actually taking some of her opinions to heart, which made her undeniably happy.
She looked at the suspenders in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the stiff fabric, wondering if he'd like them.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Jul 19, 2006 12:35:15 GMT -5
*He held out his hand, waiting for her to hand them over to him. He needed to look at them closer...see if they really were something he could picture himself dressing in often.
Once she handed them over, his eyes shifted down to the fabric, examining it. He didn't look like it, but he knew what types of clothing held up well, which would last longest, and which were worth the money. He had to admit...she knew him well, Inara that was. She had been picking out things that he could, indeed, see himself dressing in. He however, loved the red shirt she had picked out. He hadn't even put up a fight, it was perfect.
He smiled, before holding it out for her again, a smile on his face. He was really enjoying this, and he was hoping she was too.* I like 'em
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Post by Inara Serra on Jul 19, 2006 12:48:22 GMT -5
"I like 'em"
Inara beamed and said, taking them out of his hands, "Alright then. We'll add them to the list."
She looked at him a moment and added, "Now we just have to get you some pants." She tried to hide the quick grin that crossed her face at that, making a mental note to try and get him some form-fitting pants.
Like he would go for that, a voice reminded her. Still, it couldn't hurt to try.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Jul 19, 2006 13:12:39 GMT -5
That should be easy then. *Pants were always easy. So long as you got the right size that was. He couldn't make a special trip back to Persephone, just because his Trousers didn't fit correctly.
He glanced around the store quickly, wondering if they had his usual, simple brown canvas trousers. But he wasn't going to suggest that, he knew Nara was wanting to help pick things out...spruce up the wardrobe. He simply looked back to her and smiled*
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Post by Inara Serra on Jul 19, 2006 13:22:44 GMT -5
Inara nodded and moved around the section they were in, trying to find some pants for him. They had to be close to what he would normally wear, not too fancy or she knew he wouldn't even consider them.
'Too dark, too light, too thick, too thin,' she thought as she browsed through them. A flash of burnt sienna fabric caught her eye and she stopped to pull them free from the others. She held them up in the light and studied them.
They were beautiful. Dark rich brown, made to look like suede, with deep pockets and small silver buttons on the back pockets and on the fly.
"You want to try these on?" she asked, holding them up so he could see them.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Aug 1, 2006 22:06:20 GMT -5
*He kept close to her, but kept his mouth shut, letting her work her magic. His hands were thrusted deep in his pockets, absent mindly playing with a few screws he had thrusted into them earlier that morning.
He raised an eyebrow slightly at them, his eyes shifting up and down examining them. They were nice...almost too nice. He was afraid to ask how much they were asking for them. He finally glanced to her, nodding* Yeah
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Post by Inara Serra on Aug 1, 2006 22:26:38 GMT -5
She saw the way he looked at the pants, like he was afraid to even touch them and knew what thought was going through his mind.
"Don't worry about the price, Mal," she said. "It's my treat, like I said."
"I hope I picked up the right size though," she said absently as she handed them to him.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Aug 4, 2006 13:07:39 GMT -5
Right...*He still looked a little uneasy about the idea, but he didn't fight it. Instead he glanced at the tag in the back, reading the information quickly, then nodded*
Yeah...you did *He smiled, before moving towards the changing room. Which was more or less just two walls and a beaded curtain. He pushed the curtain aside, slipping in to change. It took him a few minutes, but finally he pushed the curtain back again, looking to Inara.* Well? *He asked quietly*
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Post by Inara Serra on Aug 4, 2006 13:29:36 GMT -5
While Mal went behind the curtain to try them on, Inara folded up the shirt and the suspenders she had picked out. Once he was done trying the pants on, she could get them for him and then they could have some lunch together. She smiled to herself at that thought.
She looked up when she heard the curtain being pushed back and saw Mal step out of the dressing room.
Well?
She stared long and hard at him. The pants she had picked out for him fit him very well, and made him look very foxy.
"They, uhm, they're very nice," she said, feeling her cheeks flushing. "They suit you, Mal."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Aug 6, 2006 20:58:32 GMT -5
*He gave her a half smile, before stuffing his hands into the pockets, like they were a pair he was already used to wearing often. He took in a breath, before glancing back to the dressing room* I guess I should...change back then. *He smiled.
After a moment, he turned back into the changing room so he could change. Once he had, he stepped out and held the pants over his arm. He walked over to her, scratching the back of his head as he did* So, lunch?
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Post by Inara Serra on Aug 6, 2006 21:16:09 GMT -5
Inara nodded as the awkward moment passed between her and Mal. They had lots of those she noticed. Quite a few today. At least those hadn't been ones in anger, like some of the others they had had.
When Mal came out of the dressing room, she took the pants from him, and folded them on top of the shirt and the suspenders.
So, lunch?
Inara nodded and said, "That would be fine, Mal. Let me juct pay for these and we can leave." She walked over to the cashier so the woman could ring them up. The price was a bit higher than Inara had thought it would be, but she paid for it, thankful for the fact that she had saved her money for so long. She took the bag the woman gave her and held it with both hands in front of herself.
"There's this lovely place near the Docks we can go to. It's a few blocks away from it." 'In the less seedy part,' she thought to herself. "It's called Ashton's."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Aug 10, 2006 11:15:18 GMT -5
*He nodded slightly* Think I know what your talking 'bout...have seen it few times, when we pass through. *He smiled, shifting the bag in his hands. He gave her a half smirk, then nudged his head towards the door*
Best be off then, aye?
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Post by Inara Serra on Aug 10, 2006 23:05:36 GMT -5
"Yes, I think so," Inara said, letting Mal take the bag from her hands. It was uncharacteristic of him, almost gentlemanly, to do something like that for her, but that in itself made her smile a bit wider. She was still smiling when they left the shop.
As they walked down the strip towards the Docks, Inara took in the sights she was seeing. She had always liked Persephone, even the seedier part wasn't so bad as it could've been, like on some other worlds.
They passed by an antiques shop and something in the window drew her eye. It was a fan; deep red and with two swans on it. It was placed so it was part of a tea service, but it clearly didn't belong there. She actually stopped walking and went up to the window to look at it more clearly. "That's so beautiful," she murmured, feeling like a child seeing a new toy.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Aug 11, 2006 0:14:42 GMT -5
*Malcolm had been glancing around at the various stands on the streets, one hand in his pocket, the other grasping the bag. He had continued to walk on, not noticing Inara's sudden change in direction, until he was a good 6 or so feet ahead. He blinked, glancing out of the corner of his eye, not seeing her.
He pushed down the immediate wave of worry and glanced behind his shoulder, tilting his head when he did see her. He couldn't help but smile at the sight.
A few moments later he was beside her, staring at the fan* Well, I suppose, personally I don't care much for fans...
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Post by Inara Serra on Aug 11, 2006 0:29:43 GMT -5
Inara didn't notice that Mal had come up beside her, so she jumped when he spoke.
"I don't know what it is about it, but I can't stop staring at it," she admitted. Inara was never one to really used fans but this one wouldn't let her drop her attention. It felt like it was drawing her in.
"I want that," she murmured, glancing at the price tag. It was too much and would leave her broke for the day. She made up her mind in that moment. "I want it, but I don't want to be broke for the rest of the day." She straightened up and said, "We should probably get going."
Her gaze flicked back to the fan for one last glance at it.
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