... "come now, sylvie " i turn to glance over my shoulder at the stylist for our district, one of the few i could perhaps consider a confidant, and one of the few hailing from HOME whose company i don't find exhausting. "i thought you could fix anything." smirk takes my mouth as i peer down at her, the pedestal ( how ironic ) i'm standing on putting me just a couple feet above her ... i hiss through my teeth as my body is jostled, pulled towards sylvie as she stitches me into this godforsaken garb. "i can't breathe in this fucking thing." i scowl as i turn back to the mirror, floor to ceiling and in a set of three for angles- i glare at myself and turn it on the other's woman's reflection, only partially visible behind me. i am in the WORST of moods. "i know this ridiculous outfit wasn't your design. this screams eobard. if you were to ruin it beyond salvation, i would be eternally grateful."
` you're lucky i can fix this ... @sylviemaude