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Nordic Witch 
Feeling defeated Leo followed in Sophia's wake over to the men's section of the shop. His hands automatically moved to brush a few fingers through his curls at the mention of him needing a hair cut as well. Flailing with his arms Leo protested loudly. "I'm not letting Monte Bossa cut my hair. I don't trust the man, no matter how good everyone says he is." But then again Leo rarely trusted anyone who raised a scissor within close proximity of his hair. "Can't you cut my hair? I trust you."
Examining the shirts on closest rack he pulled out a nice white shirt as Sophia held up a blue and a purple one that made his eyes widen a tad in surprise. "You think I'd look good in purple?" At least it wasn't neon green.
Sophia laughed and shook her head just a little. She still wasn't quite used to a grown man whining but since it was coming from her best friend it was a little bit endearing to her.
"Monte Bossa is a bit..eccentric but he's very good at what he does Leobald." Though she was okay with a scissor as well.
"Though if you insist I will cut your hair for you."
Sophia took the white shirt out of Leo's hand and put it back
." You have enough of those. And yes, yes you'll look good in purple. You're a wizard Leo, back in the day, purple was standard." She skipped through the racks until another voice joined them.
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StarShine Angelina knew she shouldn't complain yet, as it was just the beginning.
She wasn't even trying to read a book, as she knew she wouldn't be able to finish a page before someone walked in, so she was absent-mindedly flipping through a fashion magazine's pages when she heard them: a son and a mother. She gave them some time so as not to bother them, and emerged from back room after a while. Where were - oh, there, in the changing rooms. She walked there, still too careless to notice the man was too big to be her son. She stopped, drew a breath to offer her help, when she looked at the man for the first time and she was too shocked to speak for a moment. Okay, he wasn't her son... husband... nephew, maybe? But why was SHE buying him something? A nephew at that age...
Well, who was she to judge?
"Angelina Eboué, at your service." In case they needed her.
Sophia turned around to look at the shopkeeper after her introduction.
"Why yes you can. I'm going to need at least four new dress robes for my friend here and some shirt and a pair of pants or...few." She grinned at Leo.
"But I need things to fit him flatteringly and I need colours that won't make him look sickly."