[A pretty young girl gazes around, baffled as to how she'd gotten here. Well she wasn't so much of she as she was a HE, a rather effeminate young teen, wearing an equally effeminate dress-like tunic, complete with elaborately embroidered trim.]
Mon Dieu! Where have I gotten myself
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Francis...?
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Oui! That is my name little boy!
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It looks like something Little Sister would wear...
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[He twirls around, almost seeming to sparkle as he does so.]
It is the latest fashion from my home. Graceful and elegant... and I just so happen to have one that looks like it should just about fit you...
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*however, that last part isn't lost on him; looks up* ...Fit me?
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Oui! i think it would look quite lovely on you!
[He holds out the miniature version of his own out humming as he compares the size]
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...you're going to need a bigger outfit.
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...Humm... Perhaps... [His eyes light up and he grins] To the sewing room!
...Would you happen to know where that is...?
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(ooc: Technically, I am. Preteen Russia. Same physical age as Sealand. He still has his baby face, I guess.)
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[has a feeling he's getting no where fast, but he REALLY want to dress SOMEONE up.]
((OOC: Ah gotcha! My initial thought was younger. That teaches me to make presumptions I guess >.< ))
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(ooc: It's alright! Don't beat yourself up about it!)
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Come then! I am thinking something in mauve! It will bring out your eyes~
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I believe there was a room with some fabrics at the end of this hallway...
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