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[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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