She went with him, not letting go of his hand until they got to the wardrobe room. Then she gave his hand a squeeze and danced in, heading past the section that her mother tended towards to find hers. She started going through the outfits for something perfect. She couldn't resist tweaking him a bit and picked up a dress with a neckline so low that she'd only wear it for a reaction, rather than when they were going to be running and fighting. But she had to see if his eyeballs could actually explode. So she lifted the hanger with the shirt. "This one, you think?" she asked, keeping her face perfectly straight.
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Date: 2019-07-04 02:14 am (UTC)