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dressed that evening.

anti-douchebag's brown eyes sparkled a bit as they caught the light reflected from the snow globe. she smiled, turned to shadow, and let the music fill the silence.

settled next to him again on the couch. she was holding a snow globe. she cranked the key at the base, placing it down in her lap, though keeping a grip on it, as the glitter swirled and a little tune jingled out.

"isn't it pretty. i found it yesterday," she told him, appearing just as prettily --

from the reflective surface of the window and went further into the store among the racks of clothing to view the other things on display.

further examine the possible future purchase. anti-douchebag could already tell she would have to alter the dress if they failed to carry her size, but the woman was so adept with a needle and sewing machine she was confident in her ability to do so.

silently, without making a noise, she turned --

a glance. the blonde hedgehog adjusted her black gloves, which contrasted a bit with her pastel outfit, and slowly entered the shop. the dress in the window had been of the same aesthetic as anti-douchebag was used to wearing.

anti-douchebag slowly approached the window, once inside the shop, to --

at her side when she turns abruptly and walks in a random direction. perhaps she already knows where she is going.