sticking out like a sore thumb usually doesn’t phase troy yet he really has overwhelmed himself ; what he thought seemed to be a simple task has undone him. picking some pajamas for dolly really couldn’t be this hard, could it? he just wants to give her a small gift, which sounds small enough, though he’s making a mountain out of a molehill. swallowing harshly, he stares blankly at the few options he’s already chosen in his grasp before gradually lifting his gaze. his eyes lay on the first person around and he wanders over, obviously needing direction. “um, ‘scuse me. i really need some advice.”














