Hyeuw-twauh?? [ bless her heart, she's trying. she's not doing well, but she's getting a little bit closer to the sounds coming out of giselle's mouth. still, when giselle switches to "door-knocker," she can't help the instant look of relief. ] Oh! One of the ones hanging down below a peephole, right? I know those!
[ with that established, she follows giselle to the bathroom (and lets loose a quiet sigh of relief when giselle doesn't recoil from the scene). it's... there's no way around it, it's pretty bad in there. the bathroom itself is just fine - recently cleaned, no water, the toilet bowl neatly closed so nothing can fall in. the problem is the horrorshow of fabric and thread all over it. it's like someone tried to tp the place with a bunch of spools and bolts. ]
And, um- measurements might be nice?? I've never really taken them, so...
[ it's a lie, but not really in spirit? after all, "baby boy's first suit and tie" doesn't count when you're fifteen. and also, there's the part where not a single one of those measurements probably fits for her anymore. turns out reshaping your body like clay has some interesting consequences on your wardrobe.
a memory flits through her mind, of a tailor's hand going up the inside of her leg. her stomach seizes up, and she falters for a moment before- ]
-wait. [ this isn't exactly the kind of situation she wanted to mention this in, but- it's not like she's ashamed, particularly? it's just. a lot. she's not sure the nerves will ever go away around this. ] Sorry, actually, can we- talk about that? Just for a second.
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[ with that established, she follows giselle to the bathroom (and lets loose a quiet sigh of relief when giselle doesn't recoil from the scene). it's... there's no way around it, it's pretty bad in there. the bathroom itself is just fine - recently cleaned, no water, the toilet bowl neatly closed so nothing can fall in. the problem is the horrorshow of fabric and thread all over it. it's like someone tried to tp the place with a bunch of spools and bolts. ]
And, um- measurements might be nice?? I've never really taken them, so...
[ it's a lie, but not really in spirit? after all, "baby boy's first suit and tie" doesn't count when you're fifteen. and also, there's the part where not a single one of those measurements probably fits for her anymore. turns out reshaping your body like clay has some interesting consequences on your wardrobe.
a memory flits through her mind, of a tailor's hand going up the inside of her leg. her stomach seizes up, and she falters for a moment before- ]
-wait. [ this isn't exactly the kind of situation she wanted to mention this in, but- it's not like she's ashamed, particularly? it's just. a lot. she's not sure the nerves will ever go away around this. ] Sorry, actually, can we- talk about that? Just for a second.