[There's something about the motion that sends his heart aflutter. Some semblance of insecurity, of timidity in his presence that might be genuine. He smiles, however small, and points his head towards the doorframe.]
Follow me, I suppose.
[He leads the way, largely silent except for multiple reassurances that the store was "just ahead". It wasn't, and they got lost more than once as Mattias was distracted by multiple attractions and vendors, poking and prodding at novelty items in passing before resuming his search for the strip of stores.
When they finally get there, he leads the way into the first one—an expensive boutique that has them both befuddled, swaying awkwardly in a dance of uncertainty around the other. Half-hearted coughs and nervous comments litter their stay and the entire experience is unabashedly uncomfortable. Mattias leaves the store with nothing, shaking his head at any clerk who tried to offer their "expertise".]
That was... perhaps not the best choice. [He says outside the store, rocking back awkwardly on his heels.] In stores, I mean. You have my apologies. I—[Something catches his eye. A vendor's stand only a few yards away, selling glasses with pitch black lenses. Canting his head, he walks towards them, plucking one off the stand and turning them over in his hands.]
Oren. [He calls over his shoulder.] Do you know what these are?
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Date: 2015-05-05 09:27 pm (UTC)Follow me, I suppose.
[He leads the way, largely silent except for multiple reassurances that the store was "just ahead". It wasn't, and they got lost more than once as Mattias was distracted by multiple attractions and vendors, poking and prodding at novelty items in passing before resuming his search for the strip of stores.
When they finally get there, he leads the way into the first one—an expensive boutique that has them both befuddled, swaying awkwardly in a dance of uncertainty around the other. Half-hearted coughs and nervous comments litter their stay and the entire experience is unabashedly uncomfortable. Mattias leaves the store with nothing, shaking his head at any clerk who tried to offer their "expertise".]
That was... perhaps not the best choice. [He says outside the store, rocking back awkwardly on his heels.] In stores, I mean. You have my apologies. I—[Something catches his eye. A vendor's stand only a few yards away, selling glasses with pitch black lenses. Canting his head, he walks towards them, plucking one off the stand and turning them over in his hands.]
Oren. [He calls over his shoulder.] Do you know what these are?