⠀⠀⠀DOROTHY ⠀can only manage for so long inside Golden Ward. It was just so... inundated with people. Much like these humans would find the Surface eerie, she finds this to be far too surreal for her liking. Still, a not-terribly-small part of her longs for these little snapshots of normalcy — like some poor imitation of the past that she wants to build a tolerance for. And so she flits up and down Pearl Street, looking for something terribly specific that... truthfully, she doubts she'll find. It's almost as though she was intentionally setting herself up for failure, but that would just be absurd, wouldn't it ?
⠀⠀⠀The trouble is that many people seem to like Pearl Street — she may have to duck into a side street after scouring this boutique just to regain her bearings. Nikkes don't feel weather fluctuations like humans do, and yet her skin feels hot and prickly. Subconsciously wanting to distract herself from the discomfort, violet eyes land on violet hair. Dorothy notices the girl's fingers lingering as she slides them from one outfit to another, and the Nikke can't help but interject.
⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Not that one. Go back a few— it matches your ribbon.⠀❜ ⠀
⤷ @springsfall : s.c.












