[ tugging the towel roughly off her head, her hair's a mess as it sticks up in all sorts of directions. elena doesn't bother carding her hand through it to try and make it look neater, rubbing the towel against her neck and collarbones now. the towel around her shoulders slips, but it remains where it is, keeping her half-assedly warm. ]
I... wanted to get some clothes for the changing weather.
[ after all, the seasons were changing. what she had was distinctly winter gear.
she busies herself with looking down at her arms and wiping them with the towel. ]
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I... wanted to get some clothes for the changing weather.
[ after all, the seasons were changing. what she had was distinctly winter gear.
she busies herself with looking down at her arms and wiping them with the towel. ]
And I may have found you something.