Tres

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She was trying on silly hats.

He stared blankly down at the newspaper, not really all that interested in what the article was about. Sometimes she would question why he read the paper if he didn't care for the contents, but he never actually gave a proper answer, because he wasn't all that sure himself.

"Nnoitra! Look! What do you think about this one?"

He glanced up at her, adjusting his glasses so that he could see her properly, and then made a face when he got a good look. "You look absolutely ridiculous." he said flatly, and she seemed to pout at the jab.

"I think it's lovely." She turned back to the mirror, pinching the feather rimmed hat between her thumb and forefinger, as she stared at her reflection. "I think I'll get it." She pulled it off, and tossed it into the pile with the others.

He scowled, but agreed with her on some part. The hat was lovely—so long as she was the one wearing it.