[He's not exactly fashion forward. He's grown up in the depths of a planet where clothes are hand me downs and shoes are for work, not exactly for wearing around the house. He'd rather be barefoot if he had to choose between that or a slipper. Hands shoved in his pockets, he's carrying the others bags for her that she's collected thus far and looking at the shoes his brows furrows slightly.
A small tsk of breath and Aðal looks at the rest of the selection.] Look pretty expensive t' me.
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A small tsk of breath and Aðal looks at the rest of the selection.] Look pretty expensive t' me.
What do you wear those kinda things to anyway?