[ She did not model herself after Nero, but she isn't going to correct her if this ever comes up. Even the outfit isn't necessarily what she wishes per se, but what she has around. Artoria ultimately isn't one for fashion, seeing that's she's donning on a plain black suit by choice. As long as they're comfortable and allows them to maneuver easily when they need to, then it's fine.
Slowly, she shuts her eyes as the high-pitched voice rings into her ears. The last person she remembers to have the same level of exuberance as Nero is the King of Conquerors. They almost share the same allure as well. ]
Don't let what I gave you be your limit. [ Just to clarify. ] However, our disposable funds are limited.
[ Good thing Nero doesn't need to eat or else they may have a problem. Being an independent Master is a lot harder than anticipated without assets and sponsorship, but they must make do. When he opens her eyes, she follows her Servant and finds. That gaudy jacket.
She can't help but grimace, reminded of a certain someone of her past. ]
I would advise to choose your luxury item carefully. [ With a couple of steps, she closes the distance and examines the jacket. It's blinding. ] Whatever speaks to you the most.
[ If only one of them can be propped in glam, then she will yield to Nero out of respect. It's also convenient for her, one who doesn't give riches a second glance. ]
[ While her Master may prefer covered necklines and dark colors, Nero won't stand for either. And neither will she abide by any limitation when beautiful appearances are at stake. Surely, she thinks, slipping on gold and bedazzled pleather, once she finds an object so overwhelmingly gorgeous, Artoria will find the funds for it. It isn't as though Nero requires food. Though Artoria does eat as much as a household on her own... ]
What are your thoughts?
[ Nero pirouettes, leaning a hand on her bashful cheek. ]
We shall be resplendent in scarlet and gold! The colors of noble victory! Here, my Master. [ And along with the dress Artoria is already forced to carry, Nero adds another of the golden jackets. ] You dress as if life were a funeral and not a celebration! Come, come - I want to see you in full beauty!
[ Dressing rooms are to the north - which is where Nero intends to bring her, even if it means dragging her by the wrist the full length of the department store. ]
[ Oh, boy. Artoria doesn't speak up about their detour when she's piled on by clothes, completely flummoxed by how they're deposited into her arms. Looking up, she peers Nero as if asking a question with telepathy. Maybe their hovering strands of hair work as antennae. Please sense her distress. ]
They are quite extravagant—blinding, really.
[ She trails (it's more that she's dragged, but that's fine) after Nero as her personal attendant, dread engulfing her with each inch she breaches. They gain look from different directions plus a child or two pointing towards them, finding it a spectacle to see girls who look awfully similar. ]
It's best to be inconspicuous, Saber. You understand.
[ She thinks? She wants to believe Nero understands. Either way, when they find the dressing rooms, an employee comes out with a small gasp, asking if they're twins. Even if they're not, there are a lot of outfits that come in a set, so they can always match. As Nero dictated—scarlet and gold. ]
... Does it have to be scarlet?
[ They've been fetched some bright red blouses, so she holds it over herself, but. It doesn't feel right. ]
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Slowly, she shuts her eyes as the high-pitched voice rings into her ears. The last person she remembers to have the same level of exuberance as Nero is the King of Conquerors. They almost share the same allure as well. ]
Don't let what I gave you be your limit. [ Just to clarify. ] However, our disposable funds are limited.
[ Good thing Nero doesn't need to eat or else they may have a problem. Being an independent Master is a lot harder than anticipated without assets and sponsorship, but they must make do. When he opens her eyes, she follows her Servant and finds. That gaudy jacket.
She can't help but grimace, reminded of a certain someone of her past. ]
I would advise to choose your luxury item carefully. [ With a couple of steps, she closes the distance and examines the jacket. It's blinding. ] Whatever speaks to you the most.
[ If only one of them can be propped in glam, then she will yield to Nero out of respect. It's also convenient for her, one who doesn't give riches a second glance. ]
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What are your thoughts?
[ Nero pirouettes, leaning a hand on her bashful cheek. ]
We shall be resplendent in scarlet and gold! The colors of noble victory! Here, my Master. [ And along with the dress Artoria is already forced to carry, Nero adds another of the golden jackets. ] You dress as if life were a funeral and not a celebration! Come, come - I want to see you in full beauty!
[ Dressing rooms are to the north - which is where Nero intends to bring her, even if it means dragging her by the wrist the full length of the department store. ]
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They are quite extravagant—blinding, really.
[ She trails (it's more that she's dragged, but that's fine) after Nero as her personal attendant, dread engulfing her with each inch she breaches. They gain look from different directions plus a child or two pointing towards them, finding it a spectacle to see girls who look awfully similar. ]
It's best to be inconspicuous, Saber. You understand.
[ She thinks? She wants to believe Nero understands. Either way, when they find the dressing rooms, an employee comes out with a small gasp, asking if they're twins. Even if they're not, there are a lot of outfits that come in a set, so they can always match. As Nero dictated—scarlet and gold. ]
... Does it have to be scarlet?
[ They've been fetched some bright red blouses, so she holds it over herself, but. It doesn't feel right. ]