don't tell magilou

[breaksouls]

[It's not often they have downtime, especially on the road. But Laphicet really wanted to eat three big plates of Mabo Curry, and then he really needed to rest because he made himself sick eating so much. Since their little crew would be in Loegres longer than expected, Velvet had dragged Eleanor along to do some chores, and to keep an eye on her in the capital. Of course, those chores weren't exactly... normal chores.

Velvet exits the dressing room, now wearing a simple red dress. It's a mix of feminine and practical style, and something that doesn't... necessarily suit her. But that might just be because she's always wearing that same outfit from the prison. She gives a halfhearted turn before looking to Eleanor.]

Well?

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Heh.

[Her response is more amusing than she thought it would be. It's almost mature of her, not that she would say that out loud. Still, it's important that Eleanor control herself. For Phi's sake.]

I told you. That sort of stuff doesn't affect me. Or did you forget you were playing dress up with a daemon?

[Velvet's voice is a bit too loud as she speaks and she knows it, but it doesn't seem like anyone heard her. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she inspects the next garment.]

This is fine. I.:. I used to wear a lot of Artorius's hand me downs when I was younger. It was easier that way for Laphi too, since we didn't have to worry about those kinds of expenses.

[Velvet grabs a men's dress shirt as well since she can't exactly wear those slacks with her other outfit. She disappears into the changing room and emerges, looking much more comfortable.]

Still a little stiff... if only you'd let me rip it all apart...