Date: 2012-02-14 10:44 am (UTC)
"Clothes?" She couldn't help it. Her idea of shopping was buying most of the clearance rack at hot topic when necessary. Necessary being when one of her regular pieces fell apart.

"What are you in the mood to get?" She'd go anywhere Erato wanted to go. Even if it was one of those evil perfume counters where they sprayed you with eight million tiny bottles of the same four scents. All of which smelled like some version of baby powder.
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