[The sigh he makes is one part exhale, one part strained wheeze as if he's being choked. But he can't disappoint them, and he is more than aware that the arguments he has to not do it sound really, really stupid.]
... Okay, I. I'll try it on.
[He shuffles inside with his shoulders pushed up, like a turtle trying to hide in his shell, but does make it into a fitting room. It's a few minutes before he pokes just his head out from behind the curtain, speaking in a hushed whisper.]
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... Okay, I. I'll try it on.
[He shuffles inside with his shoulders pushed up, like a turtle trying to hide in his shell, but does make it into a fitting room. It's a few minutes before he pokes just his head out from behind the curtain, speaking in a hushed whisper.]
Rue? Are you, uhm-- s-still here?