-Bleakbay, Morgras_
-The Shorefront~
Andras led the way into a clothing store, hanging around the entrance while a worker attended to Reqiel. The Angel positively glowed at the sight of the clothes, taken in by the dreary fashion of Morgras.
"Which one do you think I should go with?" He bounded over, looking different with his hair cut short. It made his blue eyes sharper and darker, his jawline more defined, there was no mistaking his gender now, drunk or not.
Andras flicked his flat stare at the outfits the Angel showed off to him, lips twitching.
"This one right? I was thinking the same thing," He mused, lifting one of the ugly thick cotton pants higher although Andras hadn't given a reply.
They both looked exactly the same, so the Angel didn't have to make that much of a choice. He turned to the saleslady who had tagged along with him and handed her the wrong pants. "I'll take that one."