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"I'm not to be, you know," Galen smiled, snatching up a loose fitting flat cap and setting it on his head at an angle. "Might burgle you straight out of your clothes."
Galen adjusted his sleeves and did his best to look tall and pompous like those asses he saw strutting like peacocks down the streets.
"Excellent. Alright. I think this is it, thanks, Sunbeam," he pinched her cheek again with a wink. "Guess I just need to get fitted for this and then a mask."
Some time later, after being fitted for the black and silver attire, they found themselves at another store entirely - one of the popups that came just before masquerades and sold masks. Galen perused the wide array of masks, wondering at how many beaks seemed in fashion this year. Last year he was pretty sure it had been foxes and wolves.
He tried not to oogle at the prices of them, since Ciana had said she would pay for it all. Of course, he could have simply stolen some, but she didn't like that idea at all.
Galen slipped behind her as she stared at a mask and leaned close, mouth touching the shell of her ear as he whispered, "You know, you're going to have to let me repay you for all this somehow at the masquerade. You know. After your feet get tired of all the dancing. We slip off to somewhere quiet. A coat room, maybe. You take repayment in tongue lashings, don't you? I'll even pay it back with interest. For once."
Ciana
Galen adjusted his sleeves and did his best to look tall and pompous like those asses he saw strutting like peacocks down the streets.
"Excellent. Alright. I think this is it, thanks, Sunbeam," he pinched her cheek again with a wink. "Guess I just need to get fitted for this and then a mask."
Some time later, after being fitted for the black and silver attire, they found themselves at another store entirely - one of the popups that came just before masquerades and sold masks. Galen perused the wide array of masks, wondering at how many beaks seemed in fashion this year. Last year he was pretty sure it had been foxes and wolves.
He tried not to oogle at the prices of them, since Ciana had said she would pay for it all. Of course, he could have simply stolen some, but she didn't like that idea at all.
Galen slipped behind her as she stared at a mask and leaned close, mouth touching the shell of her ear as he whispered, "You know, you're going to have to let me repay you for all this somehow at the masquerade. You know. After your feet get tired of all the dancing. We slip off to somewhere quiet. A coat room, maybe. You take repayment in tongue lashings, don't you? I'll even pay it back with interest. For once."
Ciana
