#andie : and there is love in the moonlight too ⋆˙⊹ model verse

[strangewonderful]

sifting through shirt after shirt, andie's hand pushes away some hangers to better look at what she thought would be a worthwhile find. what she meets is instead a blue striped sort of shirt, but sort of in the way that for some reason they turn to squiggles and there's polkadots too. she turns her head toward noah, eyes squinting at him, trying to picture him in the shirt of jumbled designs as her head tilts leeeeft, then riiight, then left, and then right again. she plucks it from the rack, and hands it to him, to join the collection of other selections he's holding, "and that makes ten! off to the dressing room!"

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[strangewonderful]

"okay," andie shrugs like it's no big deal and just puts the shirt back. NOT because she's going to let him get away with just wearing black, this is important, but because she's proud of him for finally stating an opinion of his own and is gonna listen to it. maybe if she reacts calmly to him making his own fashion decisions, then he'll feel more comfortable doing it! positive reinforcement, or something. maybe she should give him a piece of candy? "im proud of you." she gazes up at him in what is definitely not a calm reaction, but if noah isn't by now used to the way that andie wears her heart on her sleeve and her face and shining out of the look in her eyes, then there's not really anything andie can do about it. she's not going to hide how she feels.

"you don't have to wear anything you don't like, but you can't only pick things that are black and expensive." an arm loops through his to start guiding them both towards the dressing rooms. "fashion is a form of expression and i just want you to be open to trying stuff that might not be quite in your comfort zone."

it seemed like a much better idea earlier. andie understands style and whatever that means, noah wears whatever professionals tell him looks good — but he's starting to think this might have been a huge mistake. he's never liked shopping to begin with; his fatal flaw (possibly his only flaw, if you ask him, although the narration might say otherwise) is his eternal struggle with indecision. unfortunately, as it is right now, his previous stylist has officially been cut loose for reasons noah will neither confirm nor deny nor elaborate on. one would think that andie, a known fashion enthusiast, would make this whole process a lot easier than it's shaping out to be.

noah ripley has had a very specific brand curated for him over the years. patterns are not usually a part of that. he leaves andie hanging on the last word for a minute, eyes fleeting back and forth to her face (which appears a touch too excited about the prospect in a way that's a little bit terrifying) and the shirt in question. "pass." now he's squinting too. "i think it'll be a little bit jarring for, well, everyone? to see me suddenly doing —?" he's not really sure what you would call this. there's some vague gesturing, some lanky arms flailing. "i know it's boring to be in the same fuckass black suit as everyone else, but i kindaaaa feel like i can get away with it. you know, like it's a confidence thing or some shit."