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[cuteisawayoflife]

[So Quinn's been actually doing some real thinking lately. What Daria said about magic, could it be true? Could she actually learn to cast pretty spells like the princesses and fairies in the movies?

Then again, magic would mean studying and hard work. And Quinn is still slightly at odds with that for...reasons. Yes. Reasons.

She did believe in angels, and still kind of does. But magic's a whole other story.

Shopping, on the other hand, is something she knows. So she's doing that right now.]

Hmm...I wonder how good this shade of purple would look on me. [she holds a pair of chic ankle socks in one hand. She's also considering buying a few things for Daria...just a few gifts to change her mind about a makeover. Hey, just because she understands Daria's resistance doesn't mean she won't stop trying.]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Well, the hoodies aren't too bad, but Jeb probably needs them more than me. But that nightgown is so tacky!

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[mysicksadlife]

[She's not wearing the new feather dress anymore, either - hasn't since first day - but what she has on isn't much more fashionable.]

I won't argue with you. For now.

Come on, let's get you whatever you were looking for.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

I'll probably be a while. You're welcome to stick around, but I hope you didn't have plans or anything.

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[mysicksadlife]

When I can't stand it anymore, I'll leave.

[When has she ever not made it clear when she's fed up?]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Just checking! [and she goes back to browsing]

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[mysicksadlife]

I sort of need a few things, too, anyway.

[Do they have a Drab and Plain section here? Because you know she'll find it.]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

[Quinn is lost in her own shopping now, so she probably won't even notice you walking away]

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[mysicksadlife]

[La la la, wandering away, wandering away...

and coming back. With a monstrosity of a boring and plain light jacket for cooler weather.]

I needed a new jacket.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Oh, come on, Daria, at least pick a brighter color!

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[mysicksadlife]

[Daria will just stop. Short lecture mode coming.]

Why? Even if I cared about that, who's here to see me?

[Aside from friends, potential friends, people she needs to get along with while she's here...]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Anyone! Like that red-haired kid who hangs around you sometimes!

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[mysicksadlife]

[Red-haired kid..]

Silver? [Heh... saying that name next to that description is a bit incongruous, isn't it?]

I'm not sure he's the type to care if I'm wearing heels.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Oh, is that his name? Yeah, him. And yeah, maybe you're right, he seems too grumpy to care about what's important.

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[mysicksadlife]

What's important?

[Daria glances away, dangerously close to one of those 'please grow up' sighs.]

I'm pretty sure we differ on that. I'm pretty sure he does,too.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Whatever!

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[mysicksadlife]

[On the other hand, she's successfully distracted Quinn from the subject of the clothes. For now, at least.]

I think I've got about everything I need. How long are you going to be here?

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[cuteisawayoflife]

A long time. Probably hours.

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[mysicksadlife]

Right. I'm not sure my fit of sisterly solidarity is capable of 'probably hours', so I may just go back now.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Okay, see you at home!