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“Hmmm.” Liv mused, a long, drawn-out noise as she studied Tuah’s outfit intently. Her eyes were squinted and her lips pursed as if it aided her judgement, and she left him waiting for an answer for a good while longer. Hands settling on her hips, the brunette titled her head, but finally, her features relaxed. She chuckled softly, warmth pouring from her eyes. “You look fantastic. I love the shirt.” She assured him. “My turn. Be brutally honest with me.” Again, she donned a serious face, more serious than need be for this matter. She gestured wildly at her short jumpsuit, and soon enough, she was laughing again. “Do I stand out much wearing red polka-dot?”
Tuah narrowed his eyes behind the polarised sunglasses as he waited for her response. He would say that he waited with bated breath, but breathing was more of an emotional response rather than a necessity for him. When she finally chuckled, Tuah sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before fixing his hat. “Thanks. My friend picked them out for me. I’ve never worn something like this before.” He brushed some of the imaginary dirt off his shoulder to feel the fabric of his shirt.
He then turned towards Olivia, now giving her the same treatment as he was given before – humming and biting his bottom lip and tilting his head slightly to the side, all for the show of he was thinking hard. It was short-lived, however, when she laughed and Tuah followed suit. “Isn’t that the point of the festival?” he gestured towards the crowd with their colourful and diverse outfit. “I think you’ll fit right in. Besides, I bet you look fantastic in anything you wear.”
