[ For most people, shopping for a formal party such as this one is a singularly intimidating prospect. Claude knows better than most that how you dress for this sort of thing can make the difference between being the subject of mockery and the subject of respect, that what they intend to accomplish will be stymied by people showing up in shabby wear.
Perhaps unkindly, he hangs back for a while, watching Vash drift between the stalls, looking at the swaths of fabric and getting preyed upon by vendors overly eager to peddle their wares (and overcharge for what they're selling), a little amused. It's only when Vash picks up a garment that Claude truly disapproves of and when the seller begins to enthusiastically sell it to him that he sidles forward, leaning over his shoulder to say, ] I wouldn't, if I were you. I think that's made for a man that's easily thirty pounds heavier than you, my friend.
w-w-w-wildcard! (lmk if this is ok!!!)
Perhaps unkindly, he hangs back for a while, watching Vash drift between the stalls, looking at the swaths of fabric and getting preyed upon by vendors overly eager to peddle their wares (and overcharge for what they're selling), a little amused. It's only when Vash picks up a garment that Claude truly disapproves of and when the seller begins to enthusiastically sell it to him that he sidles forward, leaning over his shoulder to say, ] I wouldn't, if I were you. I think that's made for a man that's easily thirty pounds heavier than you, my friend.