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Rubies and rhinestones and royal brick roads. Red tents and grey grass. The scenery just went on and on. Soft chatter and happy laughter. Filtering down the bend.
If he stopped to smell the roses, he might never get to see all the sights.
It reminded him of the stories he ls heard of the Louvre in Paris. How if you spent two minutes looking at every single thing, you could be in there for days.
However, most people went to the Louvre of seeing a few select art pieces in mind, taking photos, seeing the place for maybe a few hours at most, and then enjoying the rest of their time in Paris.
Yet, Lance had come with a different mission. Sure, there was the mission in the very literal sense of checking all these stalls for medicines and spare parts that they can replenish the castle with. But as another cool breeze blew past the exposed part of Lance’s neck, he remembered just what he was really looking for.
Some sort of shirt with a solid backing, that reached the higher parts of his neck. Or just a giant sticky bandage thing that he can like, wash and put back on his back. Recently, after an alien had pointed out that he could see some of Lance’s back scar, the star shaped one he got from the explosion. And that alien, well, he had been disgusted by the sight of Lance’s literal battle scar. And he’s always been a little insecure. So, what’s finding a way to cover it up?
Right now, he’s wearing a bright white hoodie, his usual jeans, and a white choker. The choker had been a precaution. But the fact that the choker, and a little sassy pose Lance had struck, caused Shiro to blush. Well, now it was just a bonus.
But thinking about his little fashion run, he decided to spoil all the castle members.
All, meaning including the mice, and Matt. Kaltaneker is fine. She has a whole room of her own.
Matt was the easiest of them all. While his fashion still seems a little random. The guy’s technically been in the space war as long as they all have. Maybe a little longer. So, so what if it doesn’t look immediately amazing. Every Touch of the fabric is comfort. And Lance knows, Matt gives great hugs, especially when he’s feeling silly, and everything is so very soft.
So for Matt, it was lucky a singular stall had just what he was looking for. There was a pink neck pillow. And a giant brown hoodie-dress. Like, the thing was oversized. And Matt was tall. It would go down to his knees, at the least. Hunk or Shiro might even try to steal it. But, with the crème coloured pant-things. It’s basically a customs outfit. There were also some funny socks. They were fluffy, but Toe-socks. All the squishy and soft randomness here, seemed perfect.
Apparently the aliens who ran the stall had very sensitive hair and scales on their otherwise human shaped bodies. So oversized clothes were the best way to protect themselves. Well, that was good. Matt was clumsy as fuck.
Soon enough, Lance had paid about 200 gac for it all, and was well on his way to the next stall. Though he figured he might have to come back later for bigger purchases that wouldn’t fit in a bag like this one would.
The mice were the next easiest purchase. And also the cheapest. But it was a little more difficult making decisions. In the end, he bought 6. Mostly so the mice could choose. 6 if what you may ask? Dolls. Lance purchased 6 plush dolls. For the size of the clothes more than anything. But he figured Allura might like the dolls after the Mice chose their best fashion. Maybe.
For Allura, the choice was obvious. Regal, Royal. Modest, fancy, and fashionable. One stall had nearly what he needed. If what he needed was winter clothes. However, there would always be instances where the paladins as well as members of the castle were to be needed on planets whose climates were not so desirable for someone dressed thinly.
Soft white earmuff, the head-piece thick and sturdy, but not bulky or ugly. Second was a pair of fuzzy gloves, in the same white. Lance also found a pair of heeled boots with a fluffy inside, and a long winter-robe, complete with a space-sherpa texture.
For a more royally inclined tone of fashion, a double skirted dress. A Thin, purple and sparkly skirt over-lined a silky and vibrant pink that highlighted in whatever direction the sun reflected across in. A thick and heavy material underneath, sure to not flare or fly up anywhere. Feeling the fabric all the way to the waist of the skirt, searching for seams that may tear, or thinner material, he was pleasantly surprised to find a covering material, shaped like a small pair of shorts, that would further protect the Princess’s modesty. The top of the dress was angled. Cut in a way that didn’t reveal much bust, but a slight of collar bone and shoulder instead. A slit that ran down just above the swell of the chest. There was a hole for the neck, and the rest of the material was a more solid version of the purple skirt. It had long sleeves that would run down the arms fittedly, but not tightly. A quick pull showed the material was stretchy and breathable.
But it wasn’t sheer, itchy, or anything that Lance had any complaints about. It was all very perfect. Having already paid the 800 gac for the winter gear, Lance quickly paid the 1300 gac for this wonderful gown, and continued on his way.
Coran’s taste is very much refined. Fitted and tailored to his appearances. And a little stall further down the way cemented for him exactly what he needed. An orange neck tie. Complemented his mustache. Light grey button up, and a blue suit vest. Fancy blue gloves, nearly the same shade as the vest, were to be hidden beneath a long dark grey suit jacket, and matching slacks. Completed with shiny grey shoes. The tones of grey would bring out every colour. Making Coran’s skin look glowing in comparison to its blah, while still looking presentable. The blue complemented his eyes, and tied into his usual garb. And the slight of orange. Well, you can’t be Coran without extravagance.
For Shiro, a rational dresser. It was somewhat difficult. Something that was form fitting, showcasing Shiro’s strength. Something he clearly didn’t mind at all given the outfit he had adjusted to wearing. Lance wanted to to be similar to Shiro’s current attire, but more comfortable if anything. Who said that every outfit he bought had to be super expensive or fancy. Loose, grey jeans and slightly heeled black boots. A dark purple jacket with pockets in the chest and sleeves, that went over his neck, and would fit comfortably over his tech-arm. Black leather gloves to match his boots, and a black puffy vest that had more pockets than before. Shiro very much seemed like a cargo guy. Wanting to have everything on need immediately.
And those wants clearly translated into Keith. His outfits clearly more for mobility, rather than fashion. A rakish sense of style, that somehow worked in his favor. And Lance loathed him for it. If only Lance could pull of skinny jeans and cropped leather jackets, in fire engine red no less.
Alas, Lance wound just have to play on Keith’s current style. Mess around a find out. Dark Jean-material of a button up shirt. A blood red jacket, also of a rough jean-like material, with space flowers seen into the shoulders and sleeved. Black and white vertical lines running along the inside. Black pants. Form fitting, but not exposing. Though Lance thought he could get away with a flirt if Keith ever wore these pants. As for the shoes. Another pair of tall boots, knee high, pink, and platformed. Lance had also managed to find, at a fourth stall -it had taken him four different stalls to gather what he needed for Keith- a clip-on leather holster for his knife. All in all, a very much “why not?” Sort of outfit. With a special addition for self defense or really just because Keith likes knives. It would look like hell, or send Keith to hell for all the sinners looking at him. Snack.
Hunk was modest in his best. A rehashed taste. But receptive senses. Hunk would just steal from his father’s closet. Not so innocent that he won’t take clothes from family. No one is that innocent anyways. Even borrowing. His father’s vests, sweaters, overalls or jeans. It was all simple, casual style of dressing. But Hunk clearly had a taste for what was literally considered old-fashion. Stripes and plaid, turtlenecks and tucked in shirts. The very vest hunk wore every day, Lance knew for a fact from stories that Keith took it from his Grandfathers garage after spending a night there with the whole family once. It wasn’t shaped like a fisherman’s vest, thought it had looked so from afar. But it was a mildly patterned, heavy-weighted, army vest. As his grandfather had been in the Air Force. (Whom is the primary reason hunk decided to shoot for the garrison. And therefore shoot for the stars, to honor his late grandfather.)
What Lance found for hunk, Lance found it hilarious. But he knew Hunk would adore it. A red and brown patterned flannel onesie. Baggy, and having a red hood on the inside. As well as a pair of these beige overalls. They were large, and would more likely than not hang off of Hunk’s frame. But Lance knows from photos’ Hunk’s father is huge, in the best of ways, and hunk has always been fond of his father’s clothes. Wearing something that would feel like home, that was a win for Hunk, and therefore a win in Lance’s book.
Finally was Pidge. And she was basically the epitome of lounge wear. Comfortable and casual over anything she would call “stuffy”. Of which, included jeans. Really. So the nicest you could get her to wear would be stretchy work pants with soft fabric. No belt loops. But definitely pockets. On the other hand, Lance could definitely get her some fun patterned stuff, in her colours of course. And she would love him.
Brown, almost-camouflage patterned leggings, complete with two pockets on each side of the legs and a back zipper pocket along the lower back. They’re high waisted. And definitely would be on Pidge. A grey t-shirt, a cropped brown sweater, with a high u-neck shape. A green fabric, maybe space-cotton elastic headband, and a little orange fanny pack. Better than the one Keith usually went around in, and it was to be worn over the shoulder, rather than the stomach.
Oh, and he can’t forget the pale blue neck pillow he got her. Both Pidge and her brother Matt had such bad posture, Lance felt his back ache when he watched them sit. Hopefully the gifts would suit everyone. And help everyone.