[She won't tease her too much, though. She's still learning her boundaries and really doesn't want to ruin this budding friendship. Her attention goes to the shop.]
I went shopping with Heather and then Sciel... there was so much at the mall, I felt like we missed a lot.
I know, it must be a huge shock for you to hear, considering my carefree vibe and all my strands of hair being accounted for.
(She can tease! If anything, Sophie will just tease her back, an offense for an offense, and they're even. It just gets her to bite the tip of her tongue, rolling her eyes as she opens the door with telekinesis for them to go in.
First things first are shoes, Sophe taps her cheek as she takes a look at the selection.)
Oh, man. You probably did. There are brands, you know, so you go to the right store, you get a fantastic selection of high-quality, top-notch, unquestionably fashionable outfits.
Here's what I'm thinking. We start with the shoes and the bags, because then I can get a better idea of what you like. We pair shoes and bags first, and then the outfit and accessories.
[Sophie is rapidly approaching the record for making Maelle burst out into laughter. Which is loud, for a brief moment! Then she shakes her head, embarrassed by the compliment.]
I can't be the strange kid and the loud kid. Seems like overkill, no?
Hello? Did I tell you the part I have four perfectly identical to me, equally telepathic, hivemindey sisters? Being weird and loud and gorgeous is the best! I'm telling you! And you're not even weird, you're fine!
I don't know, that sounds pretty fun. You'd never be lonely. I'd be jealous.
[Maelle's embraced solitude a little too much over the years, outside of Gustave. Emma sees her as a sister, sure, but their bond was never as strong as her and Gustave.]
Ooh, are we going to have a weird kid competition? I was bounced from family to family because no one could handle my nightmares. Or maybe it was the talking to myself. Or the running away.
[It's not that serious! Maelle says it lightly enough. Eventually, she came to Gustave and Emma, and that's what matters ]
(Oh, Sophie's going to win this. She looks extremely serious for a moment, hands on Maelle's shoulder, that firmness like she is about to say something Oh So Important...)
One of my classmates was a floating brain in a jar, we had a room that literally became a person, and I literally got ressurected and became a crow demon once.
I win.
(And then she bursts into laughter, dropping the act before she chooses a pair of white shoes with a small heel.)
[Maelle's eyes got very big there for a second, until Sophie laughed. It sounds so absurd it must be true, and she laughs, shaking her head. It's how she gets Maelle to not argue the choice of shoe. Instead, she sits, kicking off the sneakers she's grown so fond of.]
That doesn't sound like it'd be that weird from what you've told me so far about your world.
(Why does she look so pretty in white!! It's probably the hair, it's a nice contrast, so let's get her a handbag, and pair this with a black outfit.)
Humans are the worst, Maelle. Just, ugh, gross. But, hey, let's not get me into that rabbit hole, hm? How are those nightmares? Stopped now or worsened?
[To be fair, there are maybe three cheerful topics in Maelle's life. Everything is a rabbit hole these days.]
They're just about different things, now.
[And she is trying very hard not to think of them, because they're miserable. She lets herself get distracted by a nearby pair of chunky sneakers. Wow, she would be soooo tall in these!]
I did some weird telepathic therapy with someone the other day. Kinda watching key events so she could get over them already. Let me know.
(But, don't, really, it's a lot. Oh, sneakers, ugh, okay, at least they got a heel? It goes into the 'we're taking this' spot.)
Okay, so, loose or tight clothing? Let's start with that for the outfits. Short, middle, long? I usually do loose top, due to the lack of boobs, and short and tight bottoms.
[She doesn't want to relive what already keeps her up at night or grips her with terror at random moments throughout the day. She's just hoping that, with time, it becomes less frequent.]
... well, I don't exactly have a lot going on up top, either. Let's try your method.
[She heads over to a rack, and plucks out what looks to be a loose v-neck top. It's purple. There's one! The adjacent rack has tops trimmed in lace, with no sleeves, and she starts digging for a color that isn't white or purple from there. Variety!]
Help me with a third, Soph.
[It feels strange to call her that, but it slips out, and she just lets it be.]
(She watches Maelle go with a little giggle, her childlike joy evident as she does it.
The moment Sophie turns to grab something for herself (an open back short dress), she hears the nickname. Sophie's smiles tend to be rehearsed, not emotional, but she's giving Maelle a real one when she turns back.
Sure, a third.)
Cool choices. How about we do a loose long sleeve black cropped sweater, and match it with high-waisted shorts?
(She's also putting the article in front of Maelle as she tries to imagine it in her head.)
It's perfect! Hey, have you ever curled your hair?
Emma? Is that your not-mom, considering Gustave is your not-dad?
(That's funny. Sophie too misses an Emma sometimes. She'd definitely know what to do in Sophie's shoes, which are technically her shoes that Sophie is taking for a ride.
That's a good top, and she's putting it aside so they can work on bottoms. She's not giving Maelle anything too short, but skirts and shorts are definitely getting hung on her arm as she goes around.)
My, uh, well, she's not exactly my mom either, but the person I consider mine and who I was copied from is also named Emma. Emma Frost.
Mmm. More like sister, I guess. She's Gustave's actual sister. Gustave's like... my dad and my brother. Depends.
[Luckily, she's already become the owner of at least one short skirt, so nothing Sophie is grabbing makes her eyes bug out. She trails along after her.
Sophie and Emma. There really are only so many names, huh?]
Did she act like a mom? I mean, you were kind of just... mostly grown up already, right?
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Yeah? You?
[She won't tease her too much, though. She's still learning her boundaries and really doesn't want to ruin this budding friendship. Her attention goes to the shop.]
I went shopping with Heather and then Sciel... there was so much at the mall, I felt like we missed a lot.
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(She can tease! If anything, Sophie will just tease her back, an offense for an offense, and they're even. It just gets her to bite the tip of her tongue, rolling her eyes as she opens the door with telekinesis for them to go in.
First things first are shoes, Sophe taps her cheek as she takes a look at the selection.)
Oh, man. You probably did. There are brands, you know, so you go to the right store, you get a fantastic selection of high-quality, top-notch, unquestionably fashionable outfits.
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What's our plan of attack, then? Bottom up?
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I like simple, I guess. Nothing too loud.
[Do not perceive her, etc.]
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(Just trying to get to the bottom of this no perceiving thought process through normal means.)
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I can't be the strange kid and the loud kid. Seems like overkill, no?
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(She's dead serious, kid!!!!)
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[Maelle's embraced solitude a little too much over the years, outside of Gustave. Emma sees her as a sister, sure, but their bond was never as strong as her and Gustave.]
There's fun strange and there's weird strange.
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(There's a lot to unpack there, and she's not getting into it, so instead:)
Okay, smartpants, convince me you're just soooo weird.
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[It's not that serious! Maelle says it lightly enough. Eventually, she came to Gustave and Emma, and that's what matters ]
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One of my classmates was a floating brain in a jar, we had a room that literally became a person, and I literally got ressurected and became a crow demon once.
I win.
(And then she bursts into laughter, dropping the act before she chooses a pair of white shoes with a small heel.)
Here, try these on!
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[Maelle's eyes got very big there for a second, until Sophie laughed. It sounds so absurd it must be true, and she laughs, shaking her head. It's how she gets Maelle to not argue the choice of shoe. Instead, she sits, kicking off the sneakers she's grown so fond of.]
That doesn't sound like it'd be that weird from what you've told me so far about your world.
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(All did happen! And thankfully, that makes Maelle confused so she dresses herself up in her confusion! Wonderful
She's checking white bags now to pair it with, a little detour with explaining how to pair right after before she shrugs.)
I mean, to flatscans, all pretty weird. And also? Because that stuff is a Tuesday? You're not weird. Just rightfully upset? Most of us are.
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She doesn't understand the term, flatscans, but she can guess what it means.]
Humans sound lousy in your world. [A beat, because hey, wait--] Guess they are in mine, too.
cw racism??? i'm sorry
Humans are the worst, Maelle. Just, ugh, gross. But, hey, let's not get me into that rabbit hole, hm? How are those nightmares? Stopped now or worsened?
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[To be fair, there are maybe three cheerful topics in Maelle's life. Everything is a rabbit hole these days.]
They're just about different things, now.
[And she is trying very hard not to think of them, because they're miserable. She lets herself get distracted by a nearby pair of chunky sneakers. Wow, she would be soooo tall in these!]
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(But, don't, really, it's a lot. Oh, sneakers, ugh, okay, at least they got a heel? It goes into the 'we're taking this' spot.)
Okay, so, loose or tight clothing? Let's start with that for the outfits. Short, middle, long? I usually do loose top, due to the lack of boobs, and short and tight bottoms.
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[She doesn't want to relive what already keeps her up at night or grips her with terror at random moments throughout the day. She's just hoping that, with time, it becomes less frequent.]
... well, I don't exactly have a lot going on up top, either. Let's try your method.
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(When she's like, Emma Frost's clone? Very upsetting.)
I do croppeds too, but the point is the shape. Go grab 3 loose tops, and we'll see what we can do.
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[She heads over to a rack, and plucks out what looks to be a loose v-neck top. It's purple. There's one! The adjacent rack has tops trimmed in lace, with no sleeves, and she starts digging for a color that isn't white or purple from there. Variety!]
Help me with a third, Soph.
[It feels strange to call her that, but it slips out, and she just lets it be.]
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The moment Sophie turns to grab something for herself (an open back short dress), she hears the nickname. Sophie's smiles tend to be rehearsed, not emotional, but she's giving Maelle a real one when she turns back.
Sure, a third.)
Cool choices. How about we do a loose long sleeve black cropped sweater, and match it with high-waisted shorts?
(She's also putting the article in front of Maelle as she tries to imagine it in her head.)
It's perfect! Hey, have you ever curled your hair?
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[So much thought into an outfit! But Maelle finds this to be very fun. Gustave will learn to live with the growing amount of clothing, surely...]
Curl my hair? No. Emma and Gustave both have natural curls, so. Emma would always say how she loved how straight my hair was.
[Oof, that stirs up a pang of longing. She was never as close to her as Gustave, no, but she did care. She helped raise her.
She does miss Emma.]
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(That's funny. Sophie too misses an Emma sometimes. She'd definitely know what to do in Sophie's shoes, which are technically her shoes that Sophie is taking for a ride.
That's a good top, and she's putting it aside so they can work on bottoms. She's not giving Maelle anything too short, but skirts and shorts are definitely getting hung on her arm as she goes around.)
My, uh, well, she's not exactly my mom either, but the person I consider mine and who I was copied from is also named Emma. Emma Frost.
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[Luckily, she's already become the owner of at least one short skirt, so nothing Sophie is grabbing makes her eyes bug out. She trails along after her.
Sophie and Emma. There really are only so many names, huh?]
Did she act like a mom? I mean, you were kind of just... mostly grown up already, right?
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