[And off she goes, closing the door behind her and rustling around a little bit inside, and when she comes back the sound of her footsteps has changed from shuffling to soft clicking.
It's not a perfect fit; the tailoring is a little off in places, where she's a little thinner and less curvy than the garment's previous owner. It's also a sort of boring shade of taupe, which probably explains how it ended up in the secondhand store where she'd found it in the first place. But it's a skirt that ends at her knees and a drop waist just past her hips, and closed-toe shoes with real heels, and a little sailor collar tie around her neck for an accessory, and she tried.
She doesn't say anything about it when she enters the kitchen, just stands quietly and watches him at whatever he's doing, and waits for the inevitable reaction.]
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[And off she goes, closing the door behind her and rustling around a little bit inside, and when she comes back the sound of her footsteps has changed from shuffling to soft clicking.
Not very surprising, given that she's changed clothes.
It's not a perfect fit; the tailoring is a little off in places, where she's a little thinner and less curvy than the garment's previous owner. It's also a sort of boring shade of taupe, which probably explains how it ended up in the secondhand store where she'd found it in the first place. But it's a skirt that ends at her knees and a drop waist just past her hips, and closed-toe shoes with real heels, and a little sailor collar tie around her neck for an accessory, and she tried.
She doesn't say anything about it when she enters the kitchen, just stands quietly and watches him at whatever he's doing, and waits for the inevitable reaction.]