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
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."