Fenrir let out a low growl as the girl patted his head. He did not like to be touched by strangers or belittled like he was a mere pet. The glare and baring of teeth showed that it would not end well for Alex if it happened again.
Aeron turned around at the sound of laughter. Was it aimed at him? He looked down at the t-shirt that came down to his knees; obviously it was too big for him, though he didn't really consider that he had a choice. Ridiculing what someone had made seemed rude and he did not want to upset the shopkeeper.
He accepted the identical top that she handed him, though he presumed that this was probably better suited for him, along with some pants. Wandering into the changing rooms, he found an empty cubicle to try on the clothes. He had never seen a mirror so big. His mother used to own a handheld one, though that was old and worn. Looking at himself, it was clear that he needed to wipe the grime off of himself and that he had changed more than he thought. Living in the forest, he would rarely see his reflection, occasionally catching a glimpse in a pool of water, though not spending the time to look properly.
After putting on the clothes that were handed to him, Aeron looked to see how they fit. The t-shirt was much better and not a tear in sight, though the jeans were just too restrictive. How could anyone hunt and climb trees in them? Preferring the loose fitting rags that he had on before, he took the jeans off but was satisfied with the top, sliding the familiar pants back on.
Wandering back out to Alex, leaning against a wall, he handed the jeans back to her with a small, impish smile. "Thank you but they are too tight," he explained.
Aeron turned around at the sound of laughter. Was it aimed at him? He looked down at the t-shirt that came down to his knees; obviously it was too big for him, though he didn't really consider that he had a choice. Ridiculing what someone had made seemed rude and he did not want to upset the shopkeeper.
He accepted the identical top that she handed him, though he presumed that this was probably better suited for him, along with some pants. Wandering into the changing rooms, he found an empty cubicle to try on the clothes. He had never seen a mirror so big. His mother used to own a handheld one, though that was old and worn. Looking at himself, it was clear that he needed to wipe the grime off of himself and that he had changed more than he thought. Living in the forest, he would rarely see his reflection, occasionally catching a glimpse in a pool of water, though not spending the time to look properly.
After putting on the clothes that were handed to him, Aeron looked to see how they fit. The t-shirt was much better and not a tear in sight, though the jeans were just too restrictive. How could anyone hunt and climb trees in them? Preferring the loose fitting rags that he had on before, he took the jeans off but was satisfied with the top, sliding the familiar pants back on.
Wandering back out to Alex, leaning against a wall, he handed the jeans back to her with a small, impish smile. "Thank you but they are too tight," he explained.
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