Emil Nadur was just a guy who just wanted to live an average life. But destiny seems to oppose him, painting his life with colors he never thought he could have. With the additions to his life, he strives to live to the fullest, wishing nothing more...
Reeve had dragged him to a room filled with various garments. He excitedly pointed to a particular outfit on display-linen doublets with broad cut coat shoulders, embroidered with golden stitches, puffy knee-length pants, and a white ruff wrapping the neck.
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(A/N: Something like this.)
Emil shuddered. There's no way in hell that he's going to wear that flashy blue outfit! What're the differences between that and the suit he was wearing now?!
He glanced at Reeve, who was all smiles. The man was wearing similarly garish clothing as that one, though in red. He must come from an outstanding background considering that he can afford that and the townsfolk wear simple ones.
Reeve was still silent as if waiting expectantly for Emil to accept. Feeling a bit of guilt to turn down his offer, Emil finally gave up. "It can't be hurt to try once, right...?"
And thank god it's the only one.
The man beamed. "Of course, dear! Now let's remove that bland outfit of yours! Oh! I'm so thrilled! I've been waiting for someone like you, slender and small, for so long! Everyone here is just either too tall or burly, and I was losing my hope. But then you come! Let's not waste a single time!" Reeve strutted to open a chest right next to the displayed attire.
Emil, "..."
What has he gone into? And why did he think it was gonna be only one? Reeve undoubtedly has a lot of them. Furthermore, it's a collection of rainbows!
And so, for the next two hours, Emil was harassed to try them all. Every time he changed, trying out 'fashion' clothing that's up to Reeve's taste, the man would enthusiastically go like 'Oh...!', 'No... Let's try this one...', 'You're so cute!'.
By the time they were finished, the young man had slumped down on the couch still in the gaudy outfit, his soul slowly leaving his body. He was determined not to accept any request from Reeve again, not even if the man gives him puppy eyes.
He looked at the corner of his eyes, a certain man was still bursting with life. Emil wondered how that man was not drained yet, or maybe it's just the man himself?
As if sensing the distress air, a hand patted his back. Emil looked up to see Reeve's rueful face. "Little one, I'm sorry about that. I've controlled myself, but this still happens..."
