Only Human | Closed RP | @fenrir-the-monster-wolf

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fenrir-the-monster-wolf:

iamthefirechild:

“Here, keep hold of my hand,” Summer directed when they arrived at Target. It, too, was packed with people. Summer threaded her way swiftly through the throngs, picking up three pairs of jeans and five shirts of various colours. She shoved them into Fenrir’s free arm and pointed. “Go in there and try these on. We need to see if they fit. Clothing isn’t made to your measure any more, it’s made in preset sizes.”

Trailing behind her like a child, Fenrir kept his hand within Summer’s. The store held all kinds of things he had never seen before, as well as many people. The store seemed divided into loose sections, and Fenrir was surprised to find how many different items were sold here. It seemed that specialized skill was no longer the dictator of what the shelves bore. He accepted the clothing when it was given to him, intrigued to find just how light it was. No leather, no metal (save for on two places towards the front of the trousers). “Thank you.” He said before entering one of the little boxes and shutting the door, as another man had just done. 

Fenrir looked at the already-made clothing before shrugging off the archaic scraps he had found in his cave. The material was oddly soft and offered little protection, but it was comfortable and easy to dress oneself in. There were odd accessories hanging off of the shirt and trousers that annoyed Fenrir, and he saw no purpose to their being there. They had English written all over them, and they hung on some kind of thick string. When he was properly dressed, he stepped outside the door, looking down at himself and adjusting the clothing here or there. “How is that?” He asked, honestly not knowing.

Summer bit her lip, smiling and looking him up and down. “You look human, certainly. Very casual. Now, if you want to dress up, that’s more work. But those fit well enough for your time here. Which reminds me, when should I have you back home?”

Fenrir turned to check the mirror briefly for himself before returning his attention to Summer. “I have until tomorrow, I suspect. I’ve been looking for a solution to prolong my humanity, but as of yet there are no dice.” He had heard that human expression once before, though it made no sense. Humanity had nothing to do with dice.

That smile had to be hidden; she did not want Fenrir to think she was making fun of him. “Have you asked your father?” she managed after a minute. Summer put her hands on Fenrir’s shoulders, very carefully, and turned him around, gently pushing him back into the changing room. “Real quick, have those off so I can pay for them, and then we’ll go wherever else you want.”