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[fireplaying]

Characters: Karen, Sexy, anyone who wants to bump in?
Location: Holocaust Mall
Rating: ... how inappropriate could it be?
Time: [backdated] November 28, mid-morning
Description: Shopping for new clothes and other basic needs.

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[iwantmythief]

Sexy had gotten rid of the corset with some effort, even now the part of the dress it was covering proved to be a lighter blue, unstained by dirt. She had attempted washing the clothes, a layer at a time, but only so much dirt can get out when clothes get that grungy.

Seeing Karen arriving in the food court, she waved over to her, totally unconsious of the fact that an apparently twenty or thirty-something year old woman waving like a high schooler might look a bit odd. "Karen! Over here!"

[fireplaying]

Well now. Someone's cheerful. Karen waved back and approached the woman as if there's nothing strange about the person she's meeting. "Hello, Sexy. Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

[iwantmythief]

Breakfast. Right! That was what the morning meal. "Yes, I had that! I managed to not even brown the eggs too! I think I like this cooking!" Sexy might only consider herself strange compared to other people, but thought she was quite normal for who she was and the situation she was in. "Normal" was one of those pesky relative words, after all.

[fireplaying]

Strange is what Sexy was to Karen and yet she was used to meeting strange people. And for some odd reason, Karen couldn't help feeling like Sexy was similar to a certain child that she knew. "Good girl!" She didn't mean it to be condescending or anything. It's just that that's what Sexy seems to her right now.

"Does this mean you're ready to go shopping now?"