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[of_atlantis]

There is a small girl sitting at the bar; she appears to be having an argument with it by the number of napkins stacked in front of her. Given she's only wearing what might be permissible as clothing in some subtropical region--and the bar's outdoors are certainly not that--it's easy to guess what the argument might be about

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[seat_five_girl]

Ako hasn't worn anything like that since, well ever. Girl likes her coverage.

"A sweater is something you wear when it's cold, but not raining or snowing," offers Ako, "Would you like help picking one?"

[of_atlantis]

"I don't...have one," she says, looking upset. "This is what I always wear."

Surface clothes are completely alien to her.

[seat_five_girl]

"I think Bar-san can help us out," says Ako with a small smile, "My name is Ako, what's yours?"

[of_atlantis]

"Kida," she says. "My name is Kida."