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[truepsychictale]

Who: Sasha and Emilia
When: Tuesday morning. After Emilia ate copious amounts of
spotted dick.
Where: A clothing shop.
Summary: Sasha is deciding that a sweater and a green jacket is so 2005 and not suited for this kind of environment. So, he decides to get something else to wear.
Rating: This is Emilia. So rate PG for 'Please God, tell me how

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[killer_kick]

The shop bell jangled as the door thumped open and Emilia stormed in. She was so caught in her own bad mood she didn't even notice the shop was occupied.

"That rude, nasty, fiddlesticking machine!" She exclaimed, kicking a dress stand on her way in.

"I'm going to shove it in a box so tight it'll suffo- oh! Sasha!" She froze, reddening.

[truepsychictale]

Sasha just stared at this. Did Emilia seriously use the word 'fiddlesticking' as an insult? Maybe it was because of the other words he so often hears when people are upset actually would not make it past a rating system. He kept his expression even as he looked at her.

"Hello, Miss Galmar." Well, maybe he could just pretend he saw nothing to help her save face.

[killer_kick]

"Afternoon." Emilia cleared her throat and battened down the feeling of mortification. She'd never meant for anyone else to hear her swearing like that.

"What a nice jacket, are you updating your wardobe?"

[truepsychictale]

"I am trying to." he said picking off a piece of lint from the material. "But I don't think the jacket flatters me."

Or his polite way of saying: I look stupid. Why am I wearing this.

"Perhaps I should try something more in my normal range of clothing."