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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 15:33:20 GMT -5
"I trust you." he stated, trying not to laugh. Really though, Caylee had better taste, she was better at this kind of stuff, she was one to just throw her opinion out there. This job was much better suited for her than it was for him. So he rather just step aside and let her take control.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 15:35:16 GMT -5
She strengthened her glare and stuck her tongue out at him. She looked back at the racks and pulled out the shirt that Emmett had put back. "If you like this one, all you'd need is a black shirt to go under it. You could leave it open."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 15:39:07 GMT -5
He shrugged and switched his weight from one foot to the next over and over, becoming a bit restless. "Yeah..." he agreed only half thinking it over. "Or a vest." she shrugged again, as that was usually what he'd do since he had a few and most commonly wore them with collared button downs like that one. "Whatever you think is best." rubbing his arm gently.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 15:41:02 GMT -5
Caylee took two of the styled shirts. One was white with blue, the other- black with green. She walked to another rack and shifted through it. She pulled out a white shirt and a black shirt. The black undershirt went with the lighter button down, and the white with the other. She held out the pairs to Emmett. "Choose."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 15:46:33 GMT -5
He followed her around, his posture and stance horribly uncared for. His hands held the bottom of his shirt as he walked around trailing behind her, his head sunk low as usual, so low his ears were almost level with his shoulders. As she turned sharply to him, he took a few quick steps back startled, and then looked at the two sets. This part he hated and she probably saw coming. "I dunno..." he slurred now looking at her more than the shirts. After a pause he looked away from her to ask "What do you think?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 15:49:03 GMT -5
"I think you should choose," she answered back smartly. She led him to a mirror and held him out in front of her. She put the dark combination against his chest, her head on his shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "This?" she changed combinations, now the white. "Or this?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 15:54:02 GMT -5
"I-I don't know! They're...different. How- I don't know." Getting flustered he turned way from the mirror, not able to choose but especially not wanting to see himself in it. She knew better than to shove a mirror in Emmett's face, but he knew she didn't care. MJ lived to try and break Emmett from these kinds of things. So she did what she wanted, still caring about his feelings but more trying to help him than anything. "It doesn't matter, just...which ever one you think looks alright I guess."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 15:57:08 GMT -5
"Don't look at yourself," she said softly, turning his head back to the mirror. "Look at the clothes. Do you think that the white will go better with the jeans, or the black? They both go. It's your opinion of which one you like better that'll choose it. Not mine."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 16:00:53 GMT -5
"I like your opinion better than mine." he replied just as softly. He didn't want to pick. He felt like if he picked- what would happen if he picked the one she secretly thought he'd look worse in. Or if she already had her opinion of which was her favorite and he didn't pick that one. He felt bad, sure he wouldn't know that those were her thoughts, but he acted and felt like he did. "You're paying for it. Just pick the one you like then."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 16:02:31 GMT -5
"I don't want to choose the one you don't like," they had common fears. "It doesn't matter if I'm paying for it. It just means that it's a gift from me to you. Not that it's my clothes. It's simple. A or B?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 16:10:19 GMT -5
"...Which one's A and which is B?" he asked cluelessly and a bit slow. More than usual. A lot more than usual. He hated picking and choosing or decision making period. This was the last thing he wanted to do. Though he wasn't going to just ditch this whole thing now. Caylee was really making an effort for him, and even though he was trying to loosen up more he still didn't feel he was doing enough to meet her half way. Still he didn't want to pick. He wanted her to. It would just be so much easier that way.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 16:13:09 GMT -5
"Light is A, dark is B," she explained, giving him a little push with her elbow. She knew his games and tactics. She had been dealing with them since she was seven.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 16:15:46 GMT -5
He sighed silently without a bit of noise. He stepped out his left foot as she nudged him but then put it back into place following the after shock. Emmie grumbled and looked down at the two rather than the reflection of them. "What do you think about them? Really. Let's try pros and cons here." requesting for her to list her thoughts of each.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 27, 2007 16:23:48 GMT -5
"Weeeell. This one goes with your hair," she lifted up A slightly. "It'll look good 'cause it's lighter." she held up the other one. "And the green in this one will make your eyes pop out more."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 27, 2007 16:31:18 GMT -5
"...I guess I do like A more... I mean, the lighter one." still using the lables by accident. ".........wh-what do you think? That okay? I-I mean..." at least once or twice a day he'd go meek and stutter. His parents actually tried to put him into speech therapy for it, which was thought to be completely unnessacary. The instructor didn't even see why he needed it. Even being forced through it, it didn't help much.
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