[“Demanding” isn’t necessarily the tone he wants to wrap his suggestions in, but Markus has a keen eye, making words leave his lips in the form of polite commands and calm eagerness. The color looks good, Fitz seems to approve, and it fits well enough — a little long in the leg, though, and the android’s gaze trails downwards to confirm the other’s observation. A few centimeters off, indeed.
Not completely oblivious to any of this, then, though Markus processed that conclusion from the start. Fitz is knowledgable where it counts; where he’s oblivious, he can be helped. And so shall he be forced to learn during their long shopping journey, with their final stop almost behind them, that light at the end of the tunnel drawing near. Markus will have to thank the man later, despite how tiring it might be for either party to search for new articles of clothing, to scurry back and forth between dressing rooms, to try on this and that and no, that’s too small, the color’s all wrong, again and again and again.
Because Markus is, quite honestly, having fun.
He offers Fitz a grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth, almost reaching his eyes. The compliment is nice, but his gladness comes more from being able to provide both assistance and company.]
You don’t owe me for anything. [The clarification is swift and meant.] I’m happy to help; I always will be.
[And Markus, being as he is… well, that’s likely quite sincere, too.]
Though, now… do I dare say that we’re nearly almost done?
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Not completely oblivious to any of this, then, though Markus processed that conclusion from the start. Fitz is knowledgable where it counts; where he’s oblivious, he can be helped. And so shall he be forced to learn during their long shopping journey, with their final stop almost behind them, that light at the end of the tunnel drawing near. Markus will have to thank the man later, despite how tiring it might be for either party to search for new articles of clothing, to scurry back and forth between dressing rooms, to try on this and that and no, that’s too small, the color’s all wrong, again and again and again.
Because Markus is, quite honestly, having fun.
He offers Fitz a grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth, almost reaching his eyes. The compliment is nice, but his gladness comes more from being able to provide both assistance and company.]
You don’t owe me for anything. [The clarification is swift and meant.] I’m happy to help; I always will be.
[And Markus, being as he is… well, that’s likely quite sincere, too.]
Though, now… do I dare say that we’re nearly almost done?