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While it might come as a shock to some people, Gilly is perfectly capable of getting her shit together to pull something off when she's motivated. This is why she's up at seven, traipsing up and down the stairs with her hair half done and no pants on...singing Disney songs...demanding pancakes

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Sally, by default, is a little bit more controlled, though it's difficult not to be more controlled than her sister. She's not going to lie and say that she isn't excited - because it's Disney and no matter how old you get, Disney is always the best thing on any plane of existence - but she actually remembered jeans this morning and is not forgetting that fact.

"I'm ready," Sally says, pulling out this PINpoint thing because she thinks that's going to be ten times easier than any other means of transportation.

"You have to do me a favor, though. You have to breathe. It's hot in Disney. It's not going to be nearly as fun if you pass out and I have to carry out over my shoulder on all the rides." Sally has the PINpoint out and is ready to cart them off toward round-eared, mouse bliss, but she's looking at her sister like Gilly, it's glitter you put on not speed, though she's kind of laughing and it's hardly not obvious.

[seemstoburn]

"I think you should liven up their day, yeah." Sally notes that slant and also notes the thirty or so tiny hairy little heads all around them. "But only where parents can't hear and kill us for it."

[andspinandspin]

"Sal," she laughs, tipping her head back so the light catches on her shimmering cheekbones, "I love it when you give me a challenge."

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Sally instantly regrets everything that has just transpired. "What have I done?" she asks, to no one in particular.

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"Nothing! Nothing," Gilly assures a blonde woman about a decade their senior, wrapping her arm around Sally's waist.

[seemstoburn]

Sally throws one arm around her sister's shoulders, because she knows it's a better idea to keep close to Gilly whenever she has some nefarious plot going through her head. "I don't know if I believe that," she says, just so Gilly can hear, though there's a blonde girl right in front of them as they move up in line, almost there now, who appears to be trying very hard to listen.

[andspinandspin]

Gilly tends to make trouble half on purpose, half by accident, and it's the bigger messes that leave her standing there with her hands by her face and a bemused expression that begs of Sally, did I do that?

Which usually, yes, she did.

Disneyland is probably going to be spared that.

Probably.

"I'm just going to make life a little more interesting," she protests, swiping her fingertip along her cheek and blowing more fairy dust than rightfully should've come off down towards the little blonde girl's nose.

Gilly doesn't wink, or twitch her nose, but she looks like she was thinking about it. (And maybe part of her is just tiptoeing along the boundaries of the new status quo, just getting acquainted with this new, less repressed Sally Owens.)

[seemstoburn]

If Sally wanted to, she could make that little girl sparkle for a month, but not only does Sally understand the consequences of sparkly things and every object in a household ever, she also understands the consequences of doing magic in front of parents who just think you're plain crazy, even if you do your best to hide what you've done.

So yes, maybe she is a little less repressed, but she's still not nearly as brave as Gilly is with the whole magic spiel. After all, Sally still cuts the vegetables she's going to cook with a knife. She just lets them stir in the pot on their own.

"You can't make them fly, Gil," she offers, really only almost half-serious because, actually, that would be hilarious. Impossible to explain but they both have pretty long legs, and they can both run pretty fast.

By the time they make it up to the front of the line and it's their turn to pose on either side of The Mouse Himself, Sally is practically twitching with curiosity and subdued horror.

[andspinandspin]

While there's a part of Gilly that would love to light the place up in technicoloured chaos and then, perhaps, gun it down the highway in any direction not leading towards inevitable punishment - well, there are impulses you can give into, and impulses you should put a leash on and maybe just let play in the yard.

Gilly slinks her arm around Mickey's shoulders, beaming bright-eyed for the camera. The costume - Mickey's head, in particular - looks, to Gilly's eye, a little heavy. Even if it wasn't too bad to start with, just imagine wearing that all day...or all shift, she guesses...

Liven, lighten...they sound kind of alike.

[seemstoburn]

The picture takes - snap, flash - but just before, Sally looks out of the corner of her eye at her sister's face and furrows her brow. So when the photo actually does come out, it's likely to be less of a full-fledged smile and more of one caught looking at Gilly, still smiling, but inanely confused: honestly, it's the same expression she's wearing when she faces Gilly nine times out of ten anyway so it's unlikely to cause any confusion.

From inside the costume, she thinks she hears the actor say, "Wow, that's suddenly a lot better."

But it's quiet so... who really knows?

After they've traipsed off with the location to pick up their picture stamped across a Disneyland card, Sally doesn't say anything at all. She just looks at Gilly. She might be smug.

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"I don't know why you're looking at me like that, Sal," Gilly says, and then she laughs and says, "Race you!"

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"Because I kn -"

Sally gets cut off and is just left to jog after Gilly like some mother chasing after a two-year-old.

She knew she should have brought the leash.

[andspinandspin]

And Gilly, well - Gilly's got long legs and a short skirt and she can run really damn fast when she puts her mind to it, navigating Disneyland with enthusiasm and ever-present laughter.

It probably is a lot like chasing a two-year-old.

[seemstoburn]

Fortunately, Sally has a lot of experience chasing after two-year-olds, so even though she's jogging, she can keep up very well and isn't really out of breath when she catches up and snags Gilly by the wrist.

"I'll leave you here if I have to."

No she won't. Disney might never recover.

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"You never would," Gilly says, with cheerfully unshakeable confidence.

[seemstoburn]

"I'll make you pay for the picture at least." SO THERE.