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[tactilekonesis]

[Buying flannel shirts has never been so boring. On a scale of one to "blergh," Kon officially ranks it at "beyond blergh." Taking one shirt after another, he slowly adds to his pile before deciding that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't be buying clothes from Lumberjack Joe's Trading Station if he's so desperate for something this manly.]Figures Ma'

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[diamondmarked]

What in the world do you think you're doing?

[tactilekonesis]

[... He's gotta be hallucinating. Why are there talking ponies in the mall.] Uhhhh... buying t-shirts?

[diamondmarked]

*Her horn glows and things start floating back to the shelf.* You have no concept of fashion! Flannel shirts go beyond blase to positively horrific. Besides, you obviously haven't even thought of colour coordination, poor thing, and half of these don't even fit.

[tactilekonesis]

[Not only does the pony talk, but it (she?) decides to mock Kon's total lack of fashion sense? Kon'd retort if he weren't so dumbfounded. What kind of place did he just walk into again?]

But--what if I like flannel?

[aquaeyedstunner]

[Boring? Flannel shirts? Neverrrr~ Milly is totally buying some for the gazillion of her male relatives. 8| Even the little, little, littlest nephew. She overhears Connor as he mutters and laughs cheerfully.]

Mothers usually are!

[tactilekonesis]

[Gah! Kon flinches before turning to face Milly.] I guess you'd have experience with that.

[aquaeyedstunner]

[Sup? Here's a 6 foot something woman just smiling at you, arms full of flannel. She isn't phased by your flinch and manages to give a friendly wave.]

Uh-huh! My mother always does seem to be right about certain things. So, does my big-big sister, middle-big sister, little-big sister and big-little sister.

[tactilekonesis]

[She's certainly a friendly one. Kon can't help laughing.] That's a pretty large family. As far as I can remember, it's just been me, Ma, Pa--and maybe my big brother if he's in town. Maybe.