[She is more than happy to oblige. She isn't really sure how clothing sizes work, but she makes due with eyeing things and trying to look at the tags on her own bloody pants. When all's said and done — she's quite pleased, and gives no struggle in going in to wash the death and doom off her.
When she emerges, her hair is a wild wet mess on her head, but she's clean, and the clothing fits; sweet shirt, cool skirt, rockin' some shades. That's pretty much the biggest victory you could hope for, with this one.
The skirt is kind of weird. But it's a nice color. She likes it.]
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When she emerges, her hair is a wild wet mess on her head, but she's clean, and the clothing fits; sweet shirt, cool skirt, rockin' some shades. That's pretty much the biggest victory you could hope for, with this one.
The skirt is kind of weird. But it's a nice color. She likes it.]
[LET'S HIT THE DINER.]