Submission (#191) Approved

The shepherd was holding a small bit of hope that being lead to the sweaters section of this shop would not end the way it would. Cúan had been perusing the cloaks, eyeing some of the ones he liked. Of course it was hard to even find them in his size and most likely he would need to get something custom tailored anyway. but that was besides the point. As they turned to follow Tiberius who seemed to know his way around this shop with worrying confidence , he stopped and cúan stopped with him. They watched him for a moment.
Then after a brief flurry of words. He picked up a sweater with a mischievously pleased look in his eye. Cúan looked confused and a small bit worried for himself. Though they looked then at the calico with an unimpressed look.
"Not happening."
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"Oh, but come now!" Tiberius purred his velvety purr, hoisting the woollen thing ever higher - as though Cúan perhaps couldn't appreciate it from their height, "If I had to hazard a guess - I would presume that a lucky lad would swing for such a handsome sweater in two shakes of a lamb's tail!" He proclaimed, beaming from ear to ear.
With a mischievous laugh lent to whatever embarrassment he may have stirred in the shepherd, he brushed it off with his paw between little cackles, "I jest! I jest!" Though - as he ran his paws over the sweaters, another appeared to catch his eye. His shade of purple, "Ah - but I don't jest about this!" He commented, more-so to himself.
Appearing ready to move on, he turned back to the shepherd, trotting forward with gleeful abandon, "So, you wanted to see the cloaks?"

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