The Clothes Closet: Sammy, Kerry

[tribal_sammy]

[OOC: Continued fromHereSammy looked over at Kerry as he pulled out a shirt and shook his head. It was about the ugliest thing he'd ever seen. This wasn't very much fun, Sammy didn't understand how girls could spend hours just looking at clothes. For a second Sammy couldn't remember why he was looking for clothes. It was so that he could look nice

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[tribal_kerry]

Kerry rummaged through the closet a little bit more and then stopped when Sammy started asking about Willow. What did he care about Willow?

"We're not all related to each other... Me and Flower... we're real siblings. The others, well we're real siblings, just not by blood." The memories of meeting them all clouded his mind and he felt dizzy for a moment. It seemed like so long ago. Did Sammy like Willow?? Like he liked Patsy?

[tribal_sammy]

Sammy nodded his head as Kerry spoke. "Yeah," he said, "thats kinda how Mouse and I are. She isn't my real sister, we are related or anything." Sammy shrugged his shoulders, "She brought me to the mall actaully, when they turned the power back on." Nodded as he looked at the shirts. There were some fairly ugly shirts in this closet. He tugged out a lime green one and shoved it back in.
"Ugh. I hate looking for clothes." He shook his head, "But I want to look nice for Amber and Bray's wedding." In his mind he admitted to himself that he wanted to look nice for Willow. "I have no idea what to wear." Sammy took a step back and glanced over at Kerry. "Found anything yet?"

[tribal_sammy]

Sammy paged through a few more shirts before finding himself in the sweaters. He frowned as he pulled out a brown one out with snowflakes on it out. Wrinkling his nose, he put it back away and shook his head. Kerry had been quiet for awhile, and Sammy wondered if it was something he’d said. Shoving his hand back into the racks, he extracted another sweater. It was white on the bottom, with a black stripe across the top. It looked acceptable.

Folding it over his arm, he bent over and began flipping through the pants, trying to match the pants to the shirt. He wasn’t good at this though. Maybe he should have asked Salene to help him. Finally, pulling out a pair of black slacks. These matched, right? He wasn’t sure. Briefly he thought of asking Kerry, but the boy seemed to be preoccupied.

Finished with the hard part, he wandered over to the shoes and began rooting through them. He’d find one, but not the other, with a sigh, Sammy dug through more and more. At the bottom, he found a good pair of sturdy black leather shoes. Standing

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Moved here.