I'm not. I would gladly exchange this get up for a good pair of pants.
[ Elena is dying to get out of the gown, the hood carrying some weight atop her head so it won't fall back on its own. She can't stand the way the skirts drag whenever she walks, missing the freedom that comes with wearing her khakis.
He sits and she joins him, an absent gesture of running her hands over the skirts on her lap following, as if she's stalling on getting things going. Where do they start? Right, the ring business. She eyes his left hand— it's a little strange for her to see it after going so long without. Would it be all right to completely skip over it and go straight into a discussion about this world and what comes next? Thankfully he's the one who goes first and Elena glances over. ]
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[ Elena is dying to get out of the gown, the hood carrying some weight atop her head so it won't fall back on its own. She can't stand the way the skirts drag whenever she walks, missing the freedom that comes with wearing her khakis.
He sits and she joins him, an absent gesture of running her hands over the skirts on her lap following, as if she's stalling on getting things going. Where do they start? Right, the ring business. She eyes his left hand— it's a little strange for her to see it after going so long without. Would it be all right to completely skip over it and go straight into a discussion about this world and what comes next? Thankfully he's the one who goes first and Elena glances over. ]
Yeah... You could say that again.