[Paris] I. Shopping A [Adrien didn't know what to make of it all. A formal party? His brows came together. He can't recall ever being to any of them. Though he's pretty sure his standard outfit isn't going to cut it. So he's looking around in the junior men's department and he might have pulled a few things.
But what he's got in his arms are riots of bright colors none of which go together. In a word - Adrien is a mess. Newsflash Paris! Adrien Agreste, famous model and son of the hot ticket fashion mogul Gabriel Agreste, is an out-of-this-world fashion disaster!]
B [Or he is at least when it comes to dressing himself. Adrien finds himself looking over accessories. He's good at this kind of thing. So he's looking at cuff links, tie clips, lapel pins, watches, ties...
He's waiting on his goddess who'd taken one look at the mess in his arms and gone pale, shook her head and walked off into the junior men's section with a determination in her eyes that make Adrien a bit nervous.]
II. Sight Seeing [Adrien is bright eyed moving down the streets. Paris is a riot of sights and sounds that tug at some part of him. Some of the path and streets feel natural; navigating is as natural to him as breathing. He doesn't question. Doesn't push. He found out what happens when he pushes - headaches.
And knowing that Marinette shared his feelings - he assumes pain falls in the vein - he doesn't want to cause her any harm. She's his goddess and she's been kind to him. Absently his thumb rubs against the mark on his opposite wrist; a warm smile tugging at his lips. So he's settling for sight seeing: The Eiffel, the Cathedral, the museum with it's paints and statues.]
III. Marinette Only [The blond's eyes widened as Marinette handed him the clothes to try on.] Are you sure about this? Uh.. okay I guess. I mean I trust you. [He'd stammered before vanishing into the fitting room.]
[There are the sounds of shuffling and moving around then Adrien is peeking out - stepping forward in the suit. It's a bit big but if they went a size down it would likely be too small so Marinette may have to make alterations on the fly. The dark coat is undone showing off the brocade silver vest. The tie is under the collar of his shirt but untied. Though it's wrinkled slightly as if he's attempted to tie it but had been unable to do up the silk into a proper knot.]
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I. Shopping
A
[Adrien didn't know what to make of it all. A formal party? His brows came together. He can't recall ever being to any of them. Though he's pretty sure his standard outfit isn't going to cut it. So he's looking around in the junior men's department and he might have pulled a few things.
But what he's got in his arms are riots of bright colors none of which go together. In a word - Adrien is a mess. Newsflash Paris! Adrien Agreste, famous model and son of the hot ticket fashion mogul Gabriel Agreste, is an out-of-this-world fashion disaster!]
B
[Or he is at least when it comes to dressing himself. Adrien finds himself looking over accessories. He's good at this kind of thing. So he's looking at cuff links, tie clips, lapel pins, watches, ties...
He's waiting on his goddess who'd taken one look at the mess in his arms and gone pale, shook her head and walked off into the junior men's section with a determination in her eyes that make Adrien a bit nervous.]
II. Sight Seeing
[Adrien is bright eyed moving down the streets. Paris is a riot of sights and sounds that tug at some part of him. Some of the path and streets feel natural; navigating is as natural to him as breathing. He doesn't question. Doesn't push. He found out what happens when he pushes - headaches.
And knowing that Marinette shared his feelings - he assumes pain falls in the vein - he doesn't want to cause her any harm. She's his goddess and she's been kind to him. Absently his thumb rubs against the mark on his opposite wrist; a warm smile tugging at his lips. So he's settling for sight seeing: The Eiffel, the Cathedral, the museum with it's paints and statues.]
III. Marinette Only
[The blond's eyes widened as Marinette handed him the clothes to try on.] Are you sure about this? Uh.. okay I guess. I mean I trust you. [He'd stammered before vanishing into the fitting room.]
[There are the sounds of shuffling and moving around then Adrien is peeking out - stepping forward in the suit. It's a bit big but if they went a size down it would likely be too small so Marinette may have to make alterations on the fly. The dark coat is undone showing off the brocade silver vest. The tie is under the collar of his shirt but untied. Though it's wrinkled slightly as if he's attempted to tie it but had been unable to do up the silk into a proper knot.]
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[Hit me up with whatever.]