Karen:
The stranger muttered such a thing as either the best or worst person walked by to hear it. Karen looked back with interest, spinning on her flat heels to face her. “Ciao♪ I hear you have a fashion problem,” she greeted cheerfully, then moving about to admire the current outfit.
“It’s a school uniform, right? It’s so much more unique than ours were! But pretty as it is, you do need variety.” This was more than likely more commentary the stranger was looking for. Karen stopped, assuming a thoughtful pose.
“Do you have money to spend, or are you on a budget? There’s no shame in either one. This city really likes to pick and choose without much reason for it…” She knew where the highest quality affordable buys were, too. Unlike some of the Hanatsubakis, Karen couldn’t dress like a celebrity every day.
⊰ ♛ ⊱ — She knows better than to talk with people that she didn’t know, however, avoiding people at all cost wouldn’t do any good. She needed to figure out her way of handling this situation, Snow wasn’t here to help her out. It felt weird having no servant here, but she supposes she shouldn’t start complaining. ( After all, right now she needed to find something to wear and it seemed like somebody was willing enough to help her out. )
❛ It’s my school uniform, yes. ❜ She began. ❛ It the only clothes I have here, and I cannot be seen wearing the same clothes every day. ❜ She says this with a light sort of voice, touching the fabric of the skirt. It has been a few days since she’s been wearing the same outfit, and she was already growing rather uneasy with it. ( washing it was important. )
However, what caught her off guard was the sudden question of this ‘money’ that she had. ❛ M-Money? ❜ She’s never heard of this before... Snow always did most of her shopping. ❛ I... I don’t know what that is. ❜
