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· • · • she answers her door with a ( loud ) sigh of relief — chestnut-coloured tresses pulled into a rather disastrous braid while her manicured digits grip a pair of fabric scissors tightly, as if they were going to sprout legs and run away if she loosened her hold. “i didn’t mean to wake you up,” she begins, though her tone doesn’t really suggest remorse — nor does the way she’s tugging on his wrists, guiding him into her office ( which looks far more disastrous than her attempt at a fishtail braid ! ) the mannequins are decorated with an assortment of new outfits — colourful shirts & sweaters were placed underneath vintage denim jackets, and patterned button-ups found their home underneath worn bomber jackets. she sighs — this time emitting the sound out of frustration. cocoa-coloured orbs shift their gaze from her creation, to peer at hui — curiosity ( and a twinge of hopefulness ! ) etched into her seraphic features. “would you mind, uh — trying some of those on for me ? i’m not sure how these outfits will look on some of the boys and, well — you have the same build as some of them. a human is always a better judge than a mannequin... i can repay you with, uh — something to eat. maybe some coffee ?”