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[morbidmausoleum]

[The view is from Dinah's POV, and mostly the view is her hands in her own lap, sewing up a tear in the sleeve of a dress. Suddenly the dress comes to life, hopping off Dinah's lap and skittering along the floor.] Ah! [She jumps up to chase it, but doesn't get very far before tripping over -another- dress that happened to be lying on the ground,

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[kyudousha]

... huh.

Can your clothes really do that? You know... run around.

[morbidmausoleum]

[She gives a slightly sheepish chuckle.]

No, thankfully. Doing my laundry would be a pretty big hassle if they could.

[kyudousha]

You don't say.

Though, still, it would've been pretty cool if they did. I'll bet you'd be able to train them to do the laundry themselves.

[morbidmausoleum]

Yeah, that's true. I didn't even think of that.

[kyudousha]

Why were you sewing up your dress, anyhow?

[morbidmausoleum]

One of the sleeves got torn. I was fixing it when I fell asleep.

[kyudousha]

Why don't you just get yourself a new one?

It doesn't cost any, anyway.

[morbidmausoleum]

I don't think I could find another one. This one's custom made. And it was only a little tear, anyway...