Shiloh Armstead
Member
- Messages
- 15
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Age
- 12/2015
Shiloh's eyes darted back and fourth between the two dress options in his niece's size. He had been led over there by a female worker, but he still wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. His mind was hazed over - he'd only ever had brothers, he hadn't bought clothing for a girlfriend, and had no daughters until now. To top it off he couldn't help but feel that every dress he looked at was too short or too low-cut. Shiloh rubbed his temples slightly, thinking that maybe he would be better getting her some jeans. He looked at the piece of paper that had her sizes written on them. She was so petite - but as he made his way over to the rack and saw that a zero was more common than a three in teen sizes, he gave a frustrated groan. Sifting carefully Shiloh picked out a few pairs, and brought them to the counter where the woman said she would watch them for him. Now he needed to get her a summer dress, something to fill her closet a bit for when she returned. Not that he thought she'd consider it home.
Shiloh, for a brief moment, clutched the necklace that lay against his collar, the cross on it belonged to his brother. He turned around placing a hand back in his pocket, list in the other one held out in front of him. He needed to find someone to give him advice - and there was someone right in front of him. He didn't see a lanyard so he wasn't sure if she worked in the muggle - what an odd word to him - fashion store. He approached carefully, the hand with the list in it gripping his tattooed arm. "Uhm, e-excuse me?" He asked, his baritone voice barely above a whisper. "I was wondering if, well, you could help me pick out a dress for my niece." His eyes stared at the ground, a faint blush spread over the brunette's cheeks. "She's 13, and I guess I just don't know what she'd like. Or what would even be long enough..." He said, eyes darting to a tight mini dress that nearly made him scowl. Shiloh finally glanced up at the blonde, giving an awkward half smile, tugging now at his band shirt.
Shiloh, for a brief moment, clutched the necklace that lay against his collar, the cross on it belonged to his brother. He turned around placing a hand back in his pocket, list in the other one held out in front of him. He needed to find someone to give him advice - and there was someone right in front of him. He didn't see a lanyard so he wasn't sure if she worked in the muggle - what an odd word to him - fashion store. He approached carefully, the hand with the list in it gripping his tattooed arm. "Uhm, e-excuse me?" He asked, his baritone voice barely above a whisper. "I was wondering if, well, you could help me pick out a dress for my niece." His eyes stared at the ground, a faint blush spread over the brunette's cheeks. "She's 13, and I guess I just don't know what she'd like. Or what would even be long enough..." He said, eyes darting to a tight mini dress that nearly made him scowl. Shiloh finally glanced up at the blonde, giving an awkward half smile, tugging now at his band shirt.