[ walking through the various shops were one of his few, while not entirely pleasant, but decent activities he partook in this place. with his gaze fixed on the various windows, he eventually stops to scrutinize one in particular. were those…. sweets? ] ….. [ it’s clear that he’s immersed himself in his gross observations, and it’s only when he hears a notably high-pitched voice that he turns to look. only to see she’s in an infinitely more attention grabbing costume. ]
..... ah…. [ he struggles for the words, far too scandalized by the prospect to really form them. until finally— ] …. shameless. [ though, she did appear to be selling something, and with that in mind, he discards his previous thought in favor of a question. ] … do they happen to sell… [ he looks off before shaking his head once. readily admitting his likes and dislikes weren’t something he often did (aka, the life of being grossly in love with sweets), and so he opts on taking a different route. ]
no subject
..... ah…. [ he struggles for the words, far too scandalized by the prospect to really form them. until finally— ] …. shameless. [ though, she did appear to be selling something, and with that in mind, he discards his previous thought in favor of a question. ] … do they happen to sell… [ he looks off before shaking his head once. readily admitting his likes and dislikes weren’t something he often did (aka, the life of being grossly in love with sweets), and so he opts on taking a different route. ]
A menu. I would like a menu.