"You really do work fast," Clint marvels as he takes the bag. "Now I kinda wish I'd done my hair all nice." Leah ushers him toward a changing room. "No peeking."
The first one is, apparently, the more subdued one with a much less bold purple. When the light catches it just right, the regal shimmer becomes more clear, but it's otherwise dark enough to pass as next best thing to black, with a matching tie. Offset just enough by an actually black shirt, and framed by the lighter grey. The color is just a fun accessory, and the suit itself is the real star for its fit.
When he steps out in the getup, Leah is already on him, adjusting the tie, tugging and straightening hems.
"I know--" He's tempted to bat her away, but she in theory knows what she's doing, so he keeps his hands to himself. "I know how to put on a suit." Phillip. Help. "Do I look okay or like I'm going to go to a snazzy funeral?"
Leah tuts. "Don't offend someone well-versed in a small pair of fabric sheers."
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The first one is, apparently, the more subdued one with a much less bold purple. When the light catches it just right, the regal shimmer becomes more clear, but it's otherwise dark enough to pass as next best thing to black, with a matching tie. Offset just enough by an actually black shirt, and framed by the lighter grey. The color is just a fun accessory, and the suit itself is the real star for its fit.
When he steps out in the getup, Leah is already on him, adjusting the tie, tugging and straightening hems.
"I know--" He's tempted to bat her away, but she in theory knows what she's doing, so he keeps his hands to himself. "I know how to put on a suit." Phillip. Help. "Do I look okay or like I'm going to go to a snazzy funeral?"
Leah tuts. "Don't offend someone well-versed in a small pair of fabric sheers."