She can't help the soft laugh that escapes her then, which feels almost foreign to issue. She doesn't do very much of that, does she? The laughing thing. In a way, it reminds her how much she questions so much of what she does, and so much of what she's capable of. She can stand here in this boutique with him and still doesn't really know anything about herself. What she likes. What she wants. What her favourite colour is.]
Oh. I think you're right.
[It doesn't take her long to put back the hairband she's been eyeing and when he offers her the clip, she looks it over with a softened fondness. Not too large. Not too small. Just enough to be...
Well. It looks endearing.
As she accepts it, she turns to the smaller mounted mirror and holds it up to one side, as if she's trying to imagine what it'll look like more properly.]
This is cute. This suits me better. I don't know if I've seen these kinds of flowers before.
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She can't help the soft laugh that escapes her then, which feels almost foreign to issue. She doesn't do very much of that, does she? The laughing thing. In a way, it reminds her how much she questions so much of what she does, and so much of what she's capable of. She can stand here in this boutique with him and still doesn't really know anything about herself. What she likes. What she wants. What her favourite colour is.]
Oh. I think you're right.
[It doesn't take her long to put back the hairband she's been eyeing and when he offers her the clip, she looks it over with a softened fondness. Not too large. Not too small. Just enough to be...
Well. It looks endearing.
As she accepts it, she turns to the smaller mounted mirror and holds it up to one side, as if she's trying to imagine what it'll look like more properly.]
This is cute. This suits me better. I don't know if I've seen these kinds of flowers before.