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IC | handwaving, minithreads, inbox
[ OOC: Use this post for threads that're too small for the comms, for little incidents or for handwaves and discussions on how interactions would go without actually RPing through them! Also for when I time out on backtags I'm so sorry. ]
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...okay, that is a lie, Wen Qing does shriek and drop the pile of notes she had been riffling through when the huge white-and-pink spider shows up out of nowhere... and is that...? ]
Are you tangled up in fabrics?
So yes, she had gone and ordered new clothes from a sentient giant spider but... Seeing it is still very different.
[ She stands up, forcing her expression back into something placid. ]
I assume you got my message.
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Thank you for choosing Dread Spider fashions.
[ That also gives her time to properly scan the cute lady with level two spatial magics, adding her measurements to her ever-expanding mental library. Also, making her kinda jealous? Or at least, what kind of immortal goddess level beauty was this, anyway. OP!
Anyway, she makes some quick adjustments to the clothing she's holding, and begins laying them out. Some are simpler than others, clothing she's made as an experiment or for someone no longer around. Some was made with Wen Qing in mind. The pure white doctor's labcoat? Absolutely hers. Very warm, resistant to dirt and blood. Several useful pockets and loops for equipment. Her name on the breast pocket. She pushes that one forward as she finishes setting out the other clothing. Carefully, she pushes a few closer. The ones she likes, or thinks Wen Qing would look cool wearing. The loose blouse with smoke and flames in soft embroidery around the hems. The trousers and skirts in her favourite shades of red yet. One wide belt, stiff with stitching and little chips of bone beadwork (don't ask) in black and charcoal. She's Wei Wuxian's friend, right? So she'll like these colours. That's what the spider has decided. ]
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It sure is a sight to see, watching the giant spider lay out clothes for her and make adjustments as she goes. When Kumoko seems to be done picking clothes, she steps forward, her eyes on Kumoko, making sure it is okay to step closer before she approaches.
She runs her fingers over them, taking note of the durability of the materials, the colors chosen. There are even flames on the blouse. She smiles a little as she runs her fingers over the flame hem. This is definitely a keeper, much like the lab coat and the belt, though she debates a little between trousers and skirts before settling on a pair of lovely red trousers. ]
Thank you. [ Her voice is quiet. ] Thank you. These clothes are perfect. I hadn't expected anything like this.