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It didn't take Cassandra very long to drag Mordred to where small stacks of paper sat next to a shelf. Finally letting go of the poor boy Cassandra knelt down and quickly began leafing through the sheets, handing a few choice ones to Mordred. Drawn on them were pictures of different kinds of clothing, drawn as though being worn by a person in a number of different poses. As Mordred sifted through these, trying to find some he felt would suit Amirs frame, when he realised that a few of these were actually his own drawings. He felt a pull of pride at his chest that he had perhaps helped to make Amstra perhaps a bit more bright and lively. Cassandra hadn't been wrong that part of him had wanted to work here as a child.

Cassandra stopped handing up the sheets once Mordred started placing the rejected ideas on the floor. The short woman stood up and tried to peer round Mordred as he placed the designs he felt would work on the table. She looked up at Mordred as his eyes drifted from the sheets of paper over to Amir as he was practically throwing anything he encountered onto himself.
"That boy means something to you, doesn't he?" Cassandra commented. Mordred couldn't help jumping slightly at that.
"What? I... Cas, I only met him a few hours ago. It's hardly like some fairy tale here."
"Hmmm, perhaps not. But I know how your mind works, boy. Your head always goes at a million miles an hour and your heart isn't far behind." Mordred snorted out a laugh.
"Don't be ridiculous. Even if I had thought anything like that it wouldn't come of anything. You know all about why such things just wouldn't be allowed. Besides, he's a Rider, they're far more important than you or I, he wouldn't be the least bit interested. No, all I'm doing is showing him that not everyone in Amstra is like the king." Cassandra gave Mordred a dubious look as she picked up the sheets he had chosen so that should go find the clothes themselves.
"If that's the case why can't you look him in the eye?"

Mordred had to admit to himself he didn't have an answer to that one. As Cassandra hurried off to elsewhere in the shop in her hunt for the different items of clothing, he was left alone to mull that one over. Was he afraid that some part of him would try to become attached to the blond boy? Or that Amir thought he was developing feelings? Both of these would be nonsense, Amir would certainly want no part of it, that much was without a doubt. So why couldn't he look at him? It was possible his body just didn't know how to react to someone being actually supportive of him, considering he had only just met Amir earlier that day.

It didn't take Cassandra long to return with the clothes and all but pushed them into Mordreds hands, insisting that he be the one to carry them over to Amir. He was reluctant at first, but if he didn't do it now then it would never get done and he would just fall into the well of self doubt that lurked just at the fringes of his mind. Steeling himself and hopefully looking like he had never lost his composure he returned to where he had last seen Amir.

"What do you think Hassan, am I to die for?" Mordred had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Amir looked like he had grabbed anything within reach and then stuck it to just about any part of his body he could manage. The mix match of colours and different styles was such an abomination to art that he could only hope that Cassandra didn't happen to walk by. He could only begin to imagine how quickly she would try to scold Amir on the spot, and he didn't exactly doubt it wouldn't work either.

"And you said I was the fashionable one?" He spoke, trying very hard to try to sound as if the disaster before him was the most normal thing in the world. He managed to look into Amirs eyes for just a second before looking down at the bundle of clothing he held in his hands, it was something at least. He held out the bundle to Amir, trying to look as though he was making sure none of it fell on the floor. "Here, I think these will look good on you. Please do let me know if I'm mistaken."

The bundle itself wasn't exactly in line with Amstrian fashion but Mordred had instead decided to model it more along the lines of the clothing Amir seemed to prefer to wear. Trying to cut any larger bulkier items down to a minimum but not skimping out on warmth. The bundle contained a black leather waistcoat, which would hopefully work well at insulating along with providing some resistance to both wet and cold. A long crimson set of robes, with trimmings of gold running cross the frames and edging the hood in flames. Though these robes were different from the ones that Mordred had worn over his armour, where those had been one full piece that could just be thrown on and then tied together. These robes instead required the wearer to step into them to put them on, as they had a belt built in, which the top half slopped down towards leaving the centre of the chest bare, whilst underneath it had a long strip of cloth to cover the groin downwards whilst it left the front of the legs exposed. Mordred had also had the sense to include some brown linen breaches, so that Amir wasn't just walking around with his undercarriage exposed for the entire world to see in the event of a light breeze. Though they wouldn't do much to keep his legs warm from the knees down, he just had to hope that the robes would do that job instead. He had considered getting some boots for Amir too, but considering he didn't know what size to look for and the fact that would have taken time for them to be broken in, he opted against that option.