unfound beauty / open
Sometimes when your own region failed you, it meant venturing out into others.
As dark of a statement that may have seemed, Wallace shook it off with ease. It just so happened that the Hoenn region was lacking in a style of fashion which he felt comfortable with. It happened every few seasons or so. Kalos would have accessories that would fit perfectly with something from Kanto and Sinnoh would have the perfect pair of shoes to make an outfit fabulous.
That was how he found himself in a department store that he couldn’t recall the name of in a place much too far from home.
With all the magnificent fabrics hanging off of the rails, Wallace felt almost spoilt for choice. He took in the colours, the materials, the cuts, the stitchings and thought of how each outfit could accentuate a different contest move. With a soft smile on his face, he went to reach one of the shirts hanging from the rack.
What he hadn’t expected was for his own hand to meet another. Pulling back quickly he stood in shock for a moment.
“Oh... I apologise, I didn’t see that you were looking at this one too.” He laughed slightly, hoping to brush off any awkward tension that might have been there.
“You know, the colours of this would really match your complexion...” Wallace took another look at the garment, he knew it was the last one, but he suspected that it would look great on his companion also. Possibly, even better than what it would have looked like on himself.