[ She strikes a pose to her audience, like one of those Dionysian girls, right? Or whatever. She never paid much attention at home what counted as fancy except to loathe it, and she cares even less these days. So it's all slightly mocking, and off because it's silly. She's not someone made for looking pretty. Not with the dried blood on her cheek and the scrapes on her knees that have turned tacky. ]
Damn straight, but hey - [ she turns in a snap motion - can't keep still this one - and drags out another jacket, and it's similar. The one she'd grabbed was a too bright mix of colours, gold on purple, red threads. The next one she picks out is a bit more moderate, but same cut. ] - look, we can match.
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Damn straight, but hey - [ she turns in a snap motion - can't keep still this one - and drags out another jacket, and it's similar. The one she'd grabbed was a too bright mix of colours, gold on purple, red threads. The next one she picks out is a bit more moderate, but same cut. ] - look, we can match.
[ And she tosses it too him. ]