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[armwriostle]

[He helps make sure the dress is properly on before zipping it back up, merely adjusting any of the many components seem off. Well...at least she's cute in it? Not that it seems like it really matters to her what she's wearing.

He pauses for a moment before barking out a laugh. He doesn't seem offended at all by her words. Merely amused.]

Ah, mademoiselle. I think anyone else might be offended by your words. [He obviously isn't though.] Well, I will take being told I am worldly and big as a compliment.

[It isn't the first time Wriothesley has actually been said to be worldly, though it has never been said to his face. As for big? Well, he worked hard for his current physique and the sweater stretched over his torso is more than enough of an indication. At least he got to keep his pants on. Who knows how indecent he might look without them.] Hmm, I'm like any other person with an unfortunate backstory. It is fairly common, no?

[rampages]

( damn i forgot fontaine was french. jumpscare en français...

anyway. she blows a bit of mussed hair out of her face, half out of practicality, and half to make something of her sigh. while she has a mind to retort something like, you’d know if it was an insult, the mere act of dressing (the indignity of being stuck) has exhausted her enough to let it go peaceably. as much as her instincts are to be as difficult as possible at all times... she understands there is some inherent value in cooperation.

the question is more of how far that goes. )

Is it? I wouldn’t know.

( there’s no sarcasm or ill-intent in her words, only a simple statement of fact. guideau is a creature of instinct living solely in the moment; backstories, tragic or otherwise, rarely come to mind. )

Most people are at least smaller about it. ( seriously... she knows so many twinks, and for what. )

[armwriostle]

[Sorry, this made me fucking laugh. Real.

Hey man, Wriothesley has pretty thick skin and he's pretty good at reading a room, a tone, and when he's actually being insulted. That being said, not everyone is as perceptive and others easily might get offended.]

I feel like this place has gathered quite a few people who have faced some interesting lives at the very least. [He doesn't go around asking about peoples' pasts but he does find himself gleaming enough that people here were not without hardships. He won't make assumptions of course.

Still, when you take care of prisoners for a living, one definitely is used to people who are down on their luck.] Well, what is life without some hardships.

[He laughs though.] Sorry, sorry. I can't exactly make myself smaller. Well, how are you feeling? Is the dress to your taste or would you prefer something with less fabric? [Less...everything.]

[rampages]

Interesting lives die the same as boring ones.

( her bit of cynicism comes as she’s inspecting the seam of the skirt. her fingers curl into either side of it as she considers it. the glint in her eyes doesn’t bode well for the garment. one of the staff members, jaded veteran that they are, seems to notice this and begins to rush over; several racks sit between them and their target, though, as they come from across the store.

unfortunately, this means there’s nothing stopping guideau from ripping the skirt apart, here, tearing it open from waist to leg. you know. for maneuvering )

Way less fabric! ( if that wasn’t obvious. rip— literally— to all these ruffles. (the poor worker briefly stops dead in their tracks, looking like they want to die.) guideau huffs in irritation, but at least she can stretch, now. ) And earrings.

( this is clearly meant to be wrio’s cue to do something about it, from her perspective. the pointed look she gives him makes it obvious. the fact that her eviction from the store is imminent doesn’t appear to factor into her expectations. )

[armwriostle]

It might not matter when a person has died, but while they are alive, there is brilliance in living. [Her cynicism is met with Wriothesley's optimism. It isn't that he isn't a realist. People will die and those that lived pitiful, sad lives will die just the same as those who lived a rich, comfortable life. But he doesn't care to linger on the dead, instead, focusing on those that are still alive. People who still had lives to live out.

Ah, but you know what's dead? That dress. Wriothesley can only watch as she tears the dress apart in the store. He guesses the way she talks has been enough indication that her familiarity (or care) for social norms merely doesn't exist. A glance at any of the workers and seeing their expression is enough for him to know that this is probably going to be Guideau's first and last time in this store.]

Right... [He'll...step away to grab her a pair of earrings. In that period of time, he'll bow his head at the worker, who looks like they're about to faint, and quickly pay for the ruined dress and earrings he had plucked off display. The quicker he can usher her out of the store the better. Probably.

He comes back and places the earrings in her hand.] Here.