( it's one small step back, and then another, balancing her weight between her heels--the stranger holds the dress out to her like the color of it alone is something blinding, and the solid, lackluster no isn't really a good answer for any of the questions. could it really be his? it doesn't seem to allow for much room for him, at least in the tail department.
carefully, with both hands, she reaches in to take the dress from him, bowing her head down slightly in gratitude. ) No? You don't like it?
( there's a soft smile, as she sets the dress on the table behind them: almost as though she isn't going to put it on yet if it's something he wants. instead, it seems like he's looking longingly to the other dryers, almost as though he's missing some article of clothing.
well, if hers ended up in a different dryer, then-- )
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carefully, with both hands, she reaches in to take the dress from him, bowing her head down slightly in gratitude. ) No? You don't like it?
( there's a soft smile, as she sets the dress on the table behind them: almost as though she isn't going to put it on yet if it's something he wants. instead, it seems like he's looking longingly to the other dryers, almost as though he's missing some article of clothing.
well, if hers ended up in a different dryer, then-- )
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