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[On the afternoon of the 1st, a disgruntled post goes up on the network.]

Did you know some moths produce silk from their salivary glands? Because I didn't until after I spat out a bunch of string this morning.

[He didn't make that connection immediately, mind you; after the initial utter bafflement, he took the time to go do more research on Fae and the insects they resemble. Nerd.]

Someone let me know if there's a market for organic fae silk. And if you could invent some kind of google or wikipedia while you're at it, that would be appreciated.

[Do you know how LONG it takes to look through PHYSICAL BOOKS]

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Sure.

[After taking the shirt from her, he glances around for the changing room. Beggars shouldn't be choosers, but Ferran would prefer to know that something is going to be at least halfway comfortable before spending what little money he has right now.]

Maybe I can find some more pants too... [That should be easy enough, since he's... pretty sure those won't be any different from normal. Fairies don't have tails or anything, right?? Without waiting for a response, he strides over to pick up a plain pair and quickly check the sizing so he can try them along with the shirt.]

[ While he goes to try those on, she moves to another section of the store and starts hunting through some of the warm cloaks and coats for him. Considering the weather outside is getting much colder, having something warm to wrap up in was important. It gives her time to find a few options in his preferred colors, just in case.

Although the store is small enough and she's close enough that she can call back to the dressing room after he's had time to change. ]

How is it?

[Ferran pulls back the curtain to answer, his clothes folded in the chair nearby and his shoes set beside it. He's tucked in the shirt, although his belt lies useless on the chair thanks to the lack of loops to put it through. While he'd normally prefer the shirt to be less loose, the extra space actually allows the fur... fluff... whatever on his back enough room so that the shoulders aren't too tight. Meanwhile, the pants have a much higher waist than he's used to, but he can only complain so much. It's definitely good enough for a temporary solution, so he doesn't have to wash the few things he has every few days... ugh.]

It seems decent. What do you think? [He turns towards the mirror, taking another look and letting her see the outfit from different angles.] I'll need some suspenders or something.

[ That has her pausing and blinking at him in confusion for a moment, because that's a piece of men's fashion that really isn't native to her lands. ]

...Suspenders?

[Her confusion is met with his for a moment, but when she repeats the term, he understands the source.]

Oh. They're thin strips of cloth with something like clips on each end, basically. [He motions with his hands as he speaks, from his waist up.] They go over your shoulders and hold onto the front and back of pants to keep them up. They'll probably have some, looking at the selection...

[He strides out to look—he didn't see any of the belts he's used to, but accessory sections are generally easy to find, and he'll demonstrate for her when he finds them. He might be hesitant about standing out in terms of fashion, but he doesn't feel shy about trying on outer garments in the open.]

[ When he finds them and shows them what he's talking about, recognition lights up in her eyes, because she had seen them a time or two before, even though she'd had no idea what they were. ]

Oh! So that's what they're called! I always wondered what these were. [ Which now has her pausing and squinting suspiciously at his pants. ] Do they really fall down without them?

[Fashion education!]

If your hips aren't wide enough and the fit isn't tight enough, yeah. I don't think most people who wear pants like these have ones that fit them exactly, so it's just easier to wear something like this... I prefer belts, but these aren't too bad.

[He adjusts one of them at the shoulder, thoughtful. They're just something he'll have to get used to, but out of everything new he has to deal with, this is nothing. He wonders if they'll still work for later... but it's not like he can really know for sure how that'll work until any hypothetical appendages come in, so he files it away to consider later.]

[ She gives a thoughtful hum at that, watching him try them out. ]

I'm still not used to wearing pants at all, so I haven't noticed it as a problem yet. [ Granted, she didn't have much in the 'hips' department to speak of, but at least there was some there. ] I believe they always used belts back home, too. The men, I mean. Although the ones here are more ornate than ones I've seen before as well. [ This place seems to like putting buckles on everything, even when there didn't need to be any. ]

I'll have to look into that, later.

[If and when he gets more comfortable with the situation, he'd like to branch out into the local styles and see what suits him best, but that's all for another time. (He thinks this as if he does not have an overabundance of time, but is trying very hard to fill it with more useful, practical things.)]

What are you used to wearing?

[ She glances down at her current outfit, which is a little more modern than what she'd arrived in, a simple blouse and skirt now, although she still favors a cloak to stave off the chill rather than a coat. ]

Ah, well, the robes we wore were of a much different style than what's found here. They're called 'hanbok' in my lands, and tend to be much more layered than what people wear here. More ornate and colorful, as well.

Hanbok...

[The term is unfamiliar to him, but he tries to remember it all the same. Yona definitely seems like she comes from a more... traditional place? So it makes some sense to him that something robe-like would be common where she's from. He tends to think of more form-fitting clothes as comparatively modern.]

Do you miss wearing them here?

[ She grins at that. ]

Oh, I still wear it from time to time. There's even a seamstress or two who's replicated something similar for me here. But the clothes they offer here are also very comfortable, so I don't mind switching between them. Even if there's some fashions I'm not quite daring enough to try just yet.

[ She's still not quite comfortable showing quite as much skin as some here, considering she's used to being fully cloaked from neck to ankle. Short skirts alone had had her questioning where the rest of it was. ]

[It's interesting to Ferran that she says just yet, like she might want to step outside her comfort zone a bit more. Maybe they can shop in the future sometime, too? Well, who knows.]

Even better, then. It's always nice to have options. [More like it's incredibly demoralizing to not have them—but that's technically the same thing. He tries not to dwell on any jealousy that she hasn't had to worry about the clothes she's used to not fitting her anymore, but the mild smile on his face isn't quite as sincere as it could be.]

[ Yona is always trying to expand her comfort zone, honestly.

But she sees the way his smile slips, losing some of its honesty. She's not sure what thought caused that, but she reaches out to squeeze his arm all the same. ]

You'll always have options here, Ferran. They might not always be ones you expect or see coming, but I think you'll find more than you'd anticipate.

[There's only so much optimism he can take. The smile doesn't leave his expression, but he raises his eyebrows at her gesture.]

We'll see.

[But alas, if he's going to get clothes, he'll have to pay for them—so he steps back towards the dressing room to reacquire his current belongings, including his wallet.]

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