[ There’s not a speck of color on the man, apart from his rather striking eyes, so Luka isn’t terribly surprised by the preference.
The Miqo’te sidles up next to the other man, crimson eyes sweeping over all that there is available – it doesn’t take him long as there isn’t much – and there is one garment in particular that catches his attention. Not only because it’s black, a spot of night in the sea of color that is the merchant’s other wares, but it seems that it will fit his companion’s general… well, style, he supposes. ]
That one there. [ He motions, and the merchant retrieves it for them, holding it out for Sephiroth to see. ] Give this one a try, yeah? I bet it’ll suit you.
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[ There’s not a speck of color on the man, apart from his rather striking eyes, so Luka isn’t terribly surprised by the preference.
The Miqo’te sidles up next to the other man, crimson eyes sweeping over all that there is available – it doesn’t take him long as there isn’t much – and there is one garment in particular that catches his attention. Not only because it’s black, a spot of night in the sea of color that is the merchant’s other wares, but it seems that it will fit his companion’s general… well, style, he supposes. ]
That one there. [ He motions, and the merchant retrieves it for them, holding it out for Sephiroth to see. ] Give this one a try, yeah? I bet it’ll suit you.