[The changing stalls wait along the back wall of the shop, beside an open door that leads into a dim back room. Each stall is outfitted with a curtain that one may pull shut to create a sense of privacy. There Achilles strides with shirt in hand, bothered not in the least that he has only half of a proper outfit. He slips behind the curtain and sets to unpinning the tunic from his shoulders, allowing the fabric to hang from his waist where the garment is girded. He then wrestles his arms into the sleeves and takes a moment to fumble with the buttons, the fastenings unfamiliar to his fingers.
When Achilles emerges, he makes a curious fashion statement clad in shirt and tunic both. The shirt seems to fit his broad chest and muscular arms well, with enough give so as not to restrain his movement, but he frowns as he fusses with the cuffs, for they bind his wrists which usually are free.]
I like not how the cloth gathers here at my wrists. Must it be so tight?
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[The changing stalls wait along the back wall of the shop, beside an open door that leads into a dim back room. Each stall is outfitted with a curtain that one may pull shut to create a sense of privacy. There Achilles strides with shirt in hand, bothered not in the least that he has only half of a proper outfit. He slips behind the curtain and sets to unpinning the tunic from his shoulders, allowing the fabric to hang from his waist where the garment is girded. He then wrestles his arms into the sleeves and takes a moment to fumble with the buttons, the fastenings unfamiliar to his fingers.
When Achilles emerges, he makes a curious fashion statement clad in shirt and tunic both. The shirt seems to fit his broad chest and muscular arms well, with enough give so as not to restrain his movement, but he frowns as he fusses with the cuffs, for they bind his wrists which usually are free.]
I like not how the cloth gathers here at my wrists. Must it be so tight?