NO ONE HAS BOOTS LIKE IMELDA ! {Tag: Imelda}
Dec 19, 2020 0:14:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2020 0:14:23 GMT -5
The brawny Frenchman didn't quite understand stores where he didn't see someone actually making them by hand, given the time period where he came from, but he did hear talk about this place that sold the best handmade boots in town! And he DID deserve the best! Gaston's blue eyes fell on his muddied shoes that he had tromped around in mud after attempting to track that deer again. While he did enjoy the thrill of the hunt, his attention returned back to Belle. "Riviera, hmm?" Gaston incorrectly mentioned the family name he heard dance around the streets, and grabbed his clefted chin with the faint supposition that he could use a nice, clean pair to prepare for his wedding that he had been planning as soon as he'd find Belle again! Belle had to see him at his very best! Of course, given that his wedding outfit was back home, it would be up to him to find something just as suitable. With any hope, this place would have nice black shoes with gold embroidery!
"Please let me through! 'Scues me!" Using his large hand to lightly shove and meander through the line of people until he made his way towards the front, carelessly making muddied steps with every large step. Gaston had no concept of waiting in line for things back in the town he lived, so he wasn't used to changing that now. The Town Hero naturally assumed everything and everyone would treat him all the same way. In the huntsman tromped with his muddied boots, making large footprints that trailed right for the soft couches. "Hello there, I'm Gaston!" The tall Frenchman greeted a young lady with a pearly white grin, "You wouldn't happen to know who's in charge of this little shoe shop, hmm?" He asked with a raise of an eyebrow over his blue eyes, shooting her a charming grin that always aimed to get what he wanted. "You see, I heard that this shop made the best boots in town so I- Ah," he stated the obvious when he realized there was a nice comfy chair to sit upon, leaning back with his large muscular arms behind him while propping his muddied boots upon the table in front. "..So, I thought I'd give this place the honor of being the first to put them on my feet!"
"Please let me through! 'Scues me!" Using his large hand to lightly shove and meander through the line of people until he made his way towards the front, carelessly making muddied steps with every large step. Gaston had no concept of waiting in line for things back in the town he lived, so he wasn't used to changing that now. The Town Hero naturally assumed everything and everyone would treat him all the same way. In the huntsman tromped with his muddied boots, making large footprints that trailed right for the soft couches. "Hello there, I'm Gaston!" The tall Frenchman greeted a young lady with a pearly white grin, "You wouldn't happen to know who's in charge of this little shoe shop, hmm?" He asked with a raise of an eyebrow over his blue eyes, shooting her a charming grin that always aimed to get what he wanted. "You see, I heard that this shop made the best boots in town so I- Ah," he stated the obvious when he realized there was a nice comfy chair to sit upon, leaning back with his large muscular arms behind him while propping his muddied boots upon the table in front. "..So, I thought I'd give this place the honor of being the first to put them on my feet!"