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Oh we're not that far behind Memory Collection...? Just one behind. I thought it'd be more. Anyway. I didn't see anyone post Sorika's up next.
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Oh we're not that far behind Memory Collection...? Just one behind. I thought it'd be more. Anyway. I didn't see anyone post Sorika's up next.
Ares - God of War and Bloodshed Thursday, May 19th, 2022
I’m mad, dissatisfied and disappointed that I did NOT get Sorika’s dress….and I’m broke.
SMASH
Wednesday, May 18th, 2022
Sorika!!!!!!
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The morning sun in the Kingdom of Corona cast a golden glow across the quaint village, the air buzzing with the energy of an upcoming festival. Rapunzel had invited Sora and Rika to explore the town with her flower markets, music, dancing, lanterns, the whole magical experience. But there was just one problem.
Rika couldn’t decide what to wear.
She stood in the guest room of the castle, arms crossed, glaring at a chaotic pile of clothes on the bed. Flowing skirts, cropped jackets, boots, belts, scarves. it looked like a fashion storm had rolled through.
“I want something light, but not too light. Something cute but not, like, trying too hard. Something festive, but not like I’m cosplaying a fruit basket,” Rika muttered, sifting through a pile of flower-patterned tops.
“This one’s breezy, but the other one’s more… cool-girl,” she muttered to herself. “Why is this so hard? It’s just a town tour. With dancing. And maybe some twirling… with Sora…” she murmured. “..And flowers. Okay, it’s kind of a lot.”
From the other end of the bed, Sora called, “Rikaaa, come on! We’re gonna miss the street dancing!”
“I’m trying to pick something that doesn’t make me look like I fell into a flower cart!”
Sora popped up behind her with a mischievous smile. “What if I help?”
She gave him a look. “You? Help me pick clothes?”
“Yeah! I’ve been through, like, many worlds. I’ve seen all kinds of outfits. I got this.. plus I’ve worn, like… at least six different kinds of jackets in my life. I think I’m qualified.”
The confidence was admirable. Unfortunately, it was completely misplaced.
Sora dove into the pile like a puppy in a laundry basket and came out holding a lime green poncho and bright pink striped pants.
“What about this?” he asked. “It says ‘fun and fresh’!”
Rika stared at him.
“Sora… that says ‘clown at a fruit parade.’”
“Oh.” He paused, then grinned. “Okay. Next one!”
Sora, ever determined, continued holding up options. A polka-dot scarf worn as a belt. A vest over a dress. A single glove. At one point, he tried wrapping her in a blanket like a cape.
“You look like royalty,” he said.
“I look like I overslept and just gave up”
“Same thing, really.”
They went through three more outfits, one involving way too many scarves, one that somehow incorporated oven mitts “as a statement,” and one that had Rika wearing his old jacket with the hood up.
“You look so cool,” he said, grinning proudly.
Rika groaned, flopping onto the bed. “This is hopeless.”
Sora flopped down beside her. “You know, you’d look good in anything. Even a burlap sack.”
“You say that now, but if I showed up in a potato sack, you’d pretend not to know me.”
“Nuh-uh,” he said, grinning. “I’d be like, ‘That’s my stylish potato right there.’” That alone made Rika giggle.
Just then, Rapunzel poked her head into the room. “Everything okay in here? Oh! …uh… should I come back?”
“No! Help! Please,” Rika said instantly as she quickly got up.
Rapunzel giggled and stepped in. Within minutes, she helped Rika put together the perfect look: a soft lavender blouse, a pleated skirt with subtle floral embroidery, and a simple necklace made from shells they’d collected the day before. Rika looked fresh, glowing, and not even slightly like a fashion experiment gone wrong.
“Wow,” Sora breathed. “You really do look amazing.”
Rika blushed as she adjusted her sleeve. “Thanks. And… thanks for trying.”
Sora clapped. “See? We nailed it!”
“You threw a flowerpot at me and called it a hat.”
“It had potential,” he said with a wink.
Rika walked over, leaned in close, and kissed his cheek. “You’re lucky i love you.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Yeah… I know.”
And with that, they finally headed out with Rapunzel and Eugene
They walked out together toward the bustling square, Rika looking radiant and Sora still quietly thinking the blanket-cape idea had potential, the day ahead promised laughter, dancing, and just enough chaos to keep things interesting.
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