“ i used to make what i could out of whatever contraband i was able to download. out of style fabrics and accessories, had to break a few codes to get my hands on them. dove into my fair share of bins. ” scaramouche shrugs, brushing a hand across the burnished red leather of her skirt. a far cry from the oversized swaths of DARK FABRIC she used to drape across her body. there’s a note of practiced detachment to her voice. “ my mum had a fit when i came home with the stuff. put me on the street not long after that. ”
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