[ Nigel is fiddling with the clothes when Rosella once again emerges from the recesses of her closet. He has unfolded each article provided, holding it out to assess at arm's length like some profound artifact, newly unearthed. The jeans earn most of his skepticism. Was he really going to fit in these?
An absent hand reaches to touch his hair. There was quite a lot of it and it was already becoming unruly. ]
I'm afraid I'm not familiar with those sorts of things. [ Not entirely true. He'd spent so many days and nights as a little boy and then as a young man watching his mother fuss with her hair. ]
action;
An absent hand reaches to touch his hair. There was quite a lot of it and it was already becoming unruly. ]
I'm afraid I'm not familiar with those sorts of things. [ Not entirely true. He'd spent so many days and nights as a little boy and then as a young man watching his mother fuss with her hair. ]