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[Aurica frowned a little more at the mention of the drone brother she replaced. That changed when Dakki shooed her away though, as she smirked and said in a teasing tone:] Yes, mother~
[She launched up the stairs, scampering away to her bedroom. Looking this way and that, she came upon her closet and opened it. ... The wardrobe was plain and not much varied. She picked out one of the many light blue outfits, a simple outdoor dress with a knee-length skirt. She looked upward as if to have her eyes examine the red hairband on her head, and sighed. It'd be a crime to call her fashion-inclined as she quietly protested, but...oh well.
After some minutes, she walks down the stairs much slower than when she ran up them earlier, getting a feel for how to move in the outfit. She was used to inclines in her shoes' heels, but not with wearing brown high heels, even if they were about 2 inches high.]
That smells good.. [The girl walks over to the table, bending over to look at the stack on the table.] Those are...pancakes? What're they made of?
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[Aurica frowned a little more at the mention of the drone brother she replaced. That changed when Dakki shooed her away though, as she smirked and said in a teasing tone:] Yes, mother~
[She launched up the stairs, scampering away to her bedroom. Looking this way and that, she came upon her closet and opened it. ... The wardrobe was plain and not much varied. She picked out one of the many light blue outfits, a simple outdoor dress with a knee-length skirt. She looked upward as if to have her eyes examine the red hairband on her head, and sighed. It'd be a crime to call her fashion-inclined as she quietly protested, but...oh well.
After some minutes, she walks down the stairs much slower than when she ran up them earlier, getting a feel for how to move in the outfit. She was used to inclines in her shoes' heels, but not with wearing brown high heels, even if they were about 2 inches high.]
That smells good.. [The girl walks over to the table, bending over to look at the stack on the table.] Those are...pancakes? What're they made of?