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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:28 pm
Remi was growing. It was a fact that the entire house noticed but didn't like to comment on. They didn't want to think of the little girl becoming an actual woman. Scents really didn't grow, not really. Remi remembered the way Celyn had shot up, as if in a day he had hit puberty and Remi wondered if this sudden little spurt of growth meant hers was coming soon. Sometimes she would catch her mom Lizzy leaning against the door to her room, watching her while she played. She never said anything, just smiled. She had a feeling if her mom had the money she would have found a way to record the memory. Instead she knew there was a journal somewhere that her mom wrote all the little stories and funny moments. Aunt Neena hardly called her Sprout anymore. Well that was a lie but she didn't say it with as much sarcasm as she was supposed to. However these little facts didn't change that Remi had grown. Finally growing tired of seeing her child in clothes that didn't fit her Lizzy had finally handed Remi a small amount of money and had instructed her to buy a few things that fit. Only a few.
So Remi was now out shopping for cheap clothes that might fit her strange build. Tiny, but growing and of course it needed to be cute. It was bad enough her favorite sweater dress was almost too short to wear. She thought of buying some of those legging things that were cheap but would allow her to wear a few of her dresses. She hadn't been allowed to shop on her own. So all this was new. She was excited and nervous and only hoped she wouldn't make purchases she would later regret.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 4:11 pm
Growing was a frustrating and needed to either hurry up and be done or leave her alone already. Porsche was not pleased with all this not being able to wear her clothes the same ways, or having cabin fever around the apartment when she could do absolutely nothing about it. What good was it to anyone, particularly her?
It had taken a lot of convincing for Nicola to let Porsche back out and about instead of letting her stay home and try to study some with books borrowed from higher priced libraries Nicola could get into with a bit of charm and grace. She was a child already in a world that one needed to be prepared for, so Nicola - who wasn't particularly experienced in caring for anyone but herself - was doing her best. However, learning to charm from a charmer, Porsche was eventually able to wheedle out some time and money to get to go shopping and be out and about on her own. Going to stay with Nicola had its benefits but freedom had them too.
And since Nicola was one to encourage spending only on the most important things in your life - the certain comforts you needed and wanted - she'd given Porsche a budget. So here the fuzzy eared girl was, entered a rather cheap-end clothes store and seeing what she could locate.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 7:12 pm
Hearing the little bell above the door chime as the door opened she raised her head in curiosity, and to avoid more frustration with some of the clothing she didn't think would fit her exactly. She had the bad habit of doing that each time the little bell rang. She had watched an elderly woman bustle in with her little purse and darling little curly updo, and a woman obviously a mother having a moment out without her child, relief pasted to her face as she hurried to buy whatever it was she came for. This girl was different. A lot different. Remi couldn't figure out what exactly and had to peep at her from behind the rack to watch her.
She seemed a normal girl, taller then Remi which she pouted over for a bit but then she noticed the ears. Fuzzy and very amusing to the Scent child who loved such interesting features but knew they were considered signs of being different. Sometimes she hoped she would grow some, others she hoped she wouldn't. Still staring wasn't right and so she quickly turned her head. Hoping she other girl wouldn't notice she had been staring.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 3:04 am
Being someone quite fond of attention, Porsche did indeed notice. As she turned, her sparkly golden freckles seemed to catch the light and shimmer a bit. The girl's eyes narrowed as she peered through the store and spotted the other girl. Aha! With a small flick of her ears the Scent headed in that direction, her braids and sash trailing after her in the best imitation of a tail she could muster.
"Hello. I couldn't help but notice you - well - noticing my entrance." Porsche did her best to try and sound formal and mature with her greeting, though the excitement at someone spotting her and not seemingly out of disgust was still childishly glimmering in her eyes and very evident. The lemon scent was much more used to people thinking her ears were weird, or ignoring her for being a child. Attention was always a plus.
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