In search of a break from the crowd, Dom steps on the flowers immediately afterward. She almost doesn't notice, but she does (this particular space is empty enough of distraction) and makes a sad little sound at the sight.
"You dropped your-" She blinks, unsure. "-Decorations."
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THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
In any case, it's good to know the cousin thing really does work. Roxanne instantly recognizes in her heart of hearts that this, this person is a Weasley. Or adjacent. And because of that, her smile, though the other person probably cannot make that out, grows fonder.
"Ah. On purpose. I would've chosen...less."She un-does a few daffodils and extends them out."...Want some? Maybe they suit you better."
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
It is funny. The magic. Something tugs at Dom, with that gesture: it feels like family.
"Do you think so?" Heartened by the thought that this is one of her cousins, she poses with her arms out, then reaches for the daffodils. "My outfit's dreadful. Maybe it'll help."
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
The impulse to reassure is there, automatic, even though she can hardly tell what the offending outfit is, with these masks. This is family, all right. She moves in, attempting to tuck the flowers into her hair, but she isn't sure where that is, and doesn't want to blind any of her cousins with daffodil stems, particularly. So she spills a handful into the waiting hands.
"Still. A flower crown never hurt. ..Did you lose an outfit you liked? Here?"
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
"I can't say I did," Dominique admits, nearly dropping the daffodils. She grins the way she would at someone quite familiar. "I'm more of a t-shirt person. Not very sexy."
She begins braiding stems together, content at the simple task. It's always nice to have something else to focus on, when you have to have a conversation with someone. Even if you're fairly certain you've known them your whole life, probably. "What about you?"
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
Roxy's fingers get nervous during conversation, too. She can at least help, now, and starts finding flowers in her hair to add to a chain of her own. "Nah. I mean some shoes." She heaves a soft sigh with just a little weight to it, as they were good ones. But never mind it.
"T-shirts." She repeats, squinting as though it would help her see through the veil. She didn't mind not knowing who she's talking to. But she'll guess. "So you must be...Victoire."
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
"You dropped your-" She blinks, unsure. "-Decorations."
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
"Ah. On purpose. I would've chosen...less."She un-does a few daffodils and extends them out."...Want some? Maybe they suit you better."
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
"Do you think so?" Heartened by the thought that this is one of her cousins, she poses with her arms out, then reaches for the daffodils. "My outfit's dreadful. Maybe it'll help."
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
The impulse to reassure is there, automatic, even though she can hardly tell what the offending outfit is, with these masks. This is family, all right. She moves in, attempting to tuck the flowers into her hair, but she isn't sure where that is, and doesn't want to blind any of her cousins with daffodil stems, particularly. So she spills a handful into the waiting hands.
"Still. A flower crown never hurt. ..Did you lose an outfit you liked? Here?"
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
She begins braiding stems together, content at the simple task. It's always nice to have something else to focus on, when you have to have a conversation with someone. Even if you're fairly certain you've known them your whole life, probably. "What about you?"
THE TOADSTOOLS: A Person Divesting Themselves of Flowers & their Destroyer
"T-shirts." She repeats, squinting as though it would help her see through the veil. She didn't mind not knowing who she's talking to. But she'll guess. "So you must be...Victoire."