Luo Binghe gets the clothing situation sorted quickly and efficiently and it isn't long until the store clerk is wheeling out various robe and accessories for all occasions. The owner of the little shop, a weary looking silk-spider demon missing two of its legs plods out from the back, grumbling about last-minute customers needing adjustments, just come back in the morning will you, and -
The spider demon sees Luo Binghe standing in his shop and freezes.
There is a reason he is down to six legs. There is also a reason that's the extent of his misfortune, because while he was stupid enough to challenge a heavenly demon, he was also smart enough to quit while he was ahead, yielded, and gave Luo Binghe the magical treasure that would save whatever wife the demon emperor had fixated on for the week from some bizarre ailment.
If the emperor was standing in his shop, smiling at him like that, he knew better than to open his mouth and give away whatever game Luo Binghe was playing.
"A thousand pardons m'lords. This one will attend to you once you've made your selections."
He potters around the place, legs clicking nervously as they go through what were supposed to be displays only. They must be in a rush, and cannot wait a day or two for anything more bespoke.
Luo Binghe, in the meantime, is carefully picking his new attire. Selecting things in shades of dark gray and blue. His black, red, and silver robes are too distinctive, even if they're fashionable among loyalists. Anything to throw eyes off of him.
He stays annoyingly close to the other two, never quite out of earshot or their line of sight.
But this lord can be kind too. He spots a jeweled silver earcuffs that would look exquisite on Astarion. And a silk fan with a sage-green tassel and white jade crane ornament that would complement Shen Luguang's scholarly air.
He passes the gifts discretely to the clerk who goes to box them up. He may be staying late, but it's been a slow day, and it looks like these three have money to burn. He's not going to complain about the overtime if it comes with a fat, juicy commission.
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Date: 2023-06-28 10:01 pm (UTC)The spider demon sees Luo Binghe standing in his shop and freezes.
There is a reason he is down to six legs. There is also a reason that's the extent of his misfortune, because while he was stupid enough to challenge a heavenly demon, he was also smart enough to quit while he was ahead, yielded, and gave Luo Binghe the magical treasure that would save whatever wife the demon emperor had fixated on for the week from some bizarre ailment.
If the emperor was standing in his shop, smiling at him like that, he knew better than to open his mouth and give away whatever game Luo Binghe was playing.
"A thousand pardons m'lords. This one will attend to you once you've made your selections."
He potters around the place, legs clicking nervously as they go through what were supposed to be displays only. They must be in a rush, and cannot wait a day or two for anything more bespoke.
Luo Binghe, in the meantime, is carefully picking his new attire. Selecting things in shades of dark gray and blue. His black, red, and silver robes are too distinctive, even if they're fashionable among loyalists. Anything to throw eyes off of him.
He stays annoyingly close to the other two, never quite out of earshot or their line of sight.
But this lord can be kind too. He spots a jeweled silver earcuffs that would look exquisite on Astarion. And a silk fan with a sage-green tassel and white jade crane ornament that would complement Shen Luguang's scholarly air.
He passes the gifts discretely to the clerk who goes to box them up. He may be staying late, but it's been a slow day, and it looks like these three have money to burn. He's not going to complain about the overtime if it comes with a fat, juicy commission.