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Siri Tachi (neverlosefocus) wrote in makebelievelog,

“Something simple,” she told him, thoughtfully studying the clothing on the rack in front of her. It was a selection of button down shirts, in a wide array of colours and patterns. They were reserved, but fairly fashionable. She thought they might suit him, anyway. “These, to start.” Her fingers drifted lightly over the fabric as she considered the choices, before choosing several in a variety of sizes; there wasn’t a brown or tan in the lot. Dark grey pinstripe, a dark blue, and a dark burgundy. But no brown. He was going to have a bit of colour introduced into this new wardrobe of his.

It would probably involve a bit of guesswork on both their parts; the fit on the clothing in the shops was just a bit strange. They could take their time, though. There wasn’t any hurry. “You’ll need to try them on. I’m not sure which size will fit.” Without thinking, she handed the shirts to Obi-Wan, before putting her hands on his shoulders and turning him slightly in the right direction. “There are dressing rooms over there. Would you rather begin that now? Or wait until we’ve gathered you more?”