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[ Sayori moves without protest, like water following its course--and Rue is the dictator of it, the dresses difficult to resist with the way Sayori's been buttered up. And she's a girl of simple, pretty tastes: the dresses before her are all beautiful.

She gives them another look, an expression that's thankful even before she utters the words "Thank you", and she takes a closer peruse of the gowns in front of her. There's plenty to choose from, and it's hard to remember her reasoning for the dress with the range that's before her. A simple friend meet up dress, and yet--

Sayori pulls out a dress like so for a better look, and then turns to Rue again. ]

It might be too much for a friend get-together, but can I try this one on?

[ She sounds excited to the opportunity which Rue has already approved of, but--still! ]

Nonsense! There is never too much when it comes to fashion. Never let the opinions of others dictate what you want to wear. To me, this looks like a perfect dress for a casual outing with a friend or a lovely weekend brunch. It's versatile!

[And really, who is going to complain when Sayori looks so very happy wearing it.]

Of course, darling. Right over here - [And Rue leads her right over to the curtained off changing rooms, pulling one open for Sayori to step into, revealing the full length mirror and velvet chaise inside.]

If it's too big in the waist or longer than you like, I can hem whatever you need before you leave.

[ She walks with the dress carefully held in her hands, following Rue to the changing rooms and stepping on it (if, with a moment's pause to be taken in by the interior design).

Rue is kind, helping to soothe some of her nerves in being such a beautiful place, but Sayori feels them start to creep back; wondering where to begin with the chaise to the side of her, the mirror reflecting her pink cheeks. She fumbles, first simply pressing the dress to her with now a way of seeing it. And then, with courage held in her throat (or, a tiny breath!), she begins to take off her cardigan... ]

Okay! Thank you!

[ After answering Rue, of course!

It takes some shuffling, a lot of care considered: Sayori stepping into the dress with minimal movement on her part, and then her arms secured slowly along the sleeves, buttons taken time with. But she manages to get it on, the zip done up, and her skin has only become more flushed at the process, of this happening; at seeing herself in the mirror, even with some of the fabric loose around the chest, a pinch more needed at the waist. Sayori stares at herself, touching one hand down along the lace detail, a sight she's never seen. That she would have dreamed about in her day-to-day life, back in the game...

How could it not well up emotions inside her? ...only, those emotions are staying inside. Sayori doesn't notice it at first, or ignores it out of misunderstanding, the small blur smudging on the mirror--it was surely already there. Except more are coming, dots, and she starts to feel it: the most lightest shower of rain quietly falling around her, even though the air around her is seemingly lighting up like a sunny day! ]

O-oh no oh no...!! [ She's-- she's first trying to move out of her own summer rain cloud, but then moving right back to the mirror, attempting to clean it with her hands (and, obviously, failing). Muttering to herself, trying to keep her voice down...!!

N-nononono!! Rue can't find out! She's gotta stop this!! ]

[Rue, on the other side of the curtain, is so blissfully unaware of the utter chaos Sayori's going through right now. They hear some rustling - and something wet? no, that can't be right - and then they hear the girl's soft 'oh no's before they are tipping their head closer to the curtain.]

Are you quite alright in there, darling?

[ OHHH NOOO...!! ]

I-I'm okay!! I'm okay!! [ Have you heard a voice go this squeaky before, Rue. Sayori must've become a mouse for the noises she's making, and while her panic does make the rain soften, start to leave, it doesn't do anything in the seconds it takes....nor is it fast about the process.

She can't show herself, can she? She-- she just has to make a decision now and-- ]

I-I'll take this dress! It's perfect!

[ She has to buy it and hide the evidence!! ]

[Rue has spent enough time around teenagers to know the sound of that squeak is bad. But at the same time, they hardly want to embarrass the girl, not when they've only just met and she seemed so happy to be given a pretty new dress, so Rue will just have to take Sayori's word for now. Instead, they hover outside of the waiting room, just in case they do get called in to help.]

Truly? Oh, I'm so glad! Here, come out and show me, I would love to see what it looks like on you!

[ C-come out? Nnnnooo...!! ]

Oh, that's okay! I'll take it off so I can pay-- I should put down some money for this!

[ Rue, Rue. Will you let her get away with this. She's slowed only by her brain frizzing on what to do first, torn between Rue and needing her other clothes to be on now, but oh, how did she put everything on again?

The cuffs, the cuffs! She needs to unbutton the cuffs first...!! ]

Don't be silly!

[Of course Rue gives the girl all of the time she needs to change, they aren't about to just barge in, but their voice is close to the curtain, just right outside.]

This is a gift.

[ .....uggggghhh.

Hearing Rue on the other side being so nice, catching a look at herself in the mirror (as blurry at it might be)--it's hard! How can she try and trick them when they've been nothing but sweet? She would need to explain herself once she did pull back the curtain, or is she going to leave this mess for Rue to find later?

She's quiet, embarrassed, but--she needs to do what's right. ]

Um, I'm sorry, but actually-- I made a mess....

[ She'd barely gotten the cuffs off (read: she didn't, they were too fiddly in her panic), so she pulls back the curtain to the horror on her side: ...not really that much. You'd have to be looking for them to see the splotches where the rain caught around her shoulders and the top of her dress, and then on the floor and the mirror itself.

And yet, she's avoiding Rue's eye, cupping her own cheek as: ]

I-I got too happy, and it started to rain? Ehehe.... I'm sorry!

[ She tries to sound silly about it, but while she manages a matching expression for a moment, actually looking at Rue--the look does drop to match a more sincere apology. ]

[Even Rue's sharp owl eyes take a moment to focus is on just what Sayori is referring to - they have to squint a little, looking here to there before finally seeing the wet patches in fabric, the little spritz of raindrops against the glass - and whatever the girl might have been expecting, it probably wasn't this.]

Oh darling, you would not believe how often this has happened as of late. Here - [And maybe it's strange considering, but Rue straightens their shoulders and begins to sing, a thrilling little wordless song and almost immediately, the wetness dissipates completely with magic, drying Sayori and everything around here.]

There! Good as new.

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