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 Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 7:38 pm
Purl had been out shopping - she wanted to try her hand at baking. Maybe, just maybe, her purpose was baking! She huffed out a breath and looked at her blank flank. Some days, it felt like she'd never get her purpose and, even though she told other phonies she didn't care, Purl did. However, her baking adventures had been abandoned for now. There was another filly, small and pastel blue, burdened down by a bag much too long for her. Purl watched as the filly almost tripped again. She couldn't stand it! There was no reason for her to continue on like that. Retail didn't mean perfect, automatically, but sometimes, retailor did. "Hello. Is that... bothering you?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 10:31 am
 It was a terribly long strap for a terribly long bag. Diamond Dust pretended, quite readily, that this wasn't an issue. Even as she stumbled and dragged the messenger bag, or was it more of a purse?, she attempted to trot along like nothing was hindering her. It was a cute bag, a deeper blue than she was with white snowflake patterns -- very out of season but she didn't care about that. She didn't even care that it was making things difficult until it was pointed out to her. "Hmm?" she smiled curiously at the filly who approached her. "Oh, no no, I'm fi--" And there, she did trip. She fell right onto the bag, right on her face. All she could do was laugh. "Well... maybe a little."
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 4:16 pm
Purl had barely looked at the filly herself, eyes too fixed on the bag, though she did notice the trip. She tried to reach out to catch the girl and... too late. Oops. "Let me fix it for you." It wasn't really a question and Purl wasn't really the best at being polite. She just couldn't stand the sight of something not utterly perfect when it could be.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 8:47 pm
"Huh?"DiDi picked herself up from off of the bag, off of the floor, and shook her head at herself.. She blinked at the other filly, then down at the bag; she laughed. "Oh, you don't have to! That's a really nice offer but I'm sure you've got a lot of stuff to do. I don't want to trouble you with it."
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 1:25 pm
"Oh," she said. "Oh no, I insist." Purl really did have to; she wasn't entirely sure why it was so important, but it was. "I'm Purl, by the way. And I'm really quite good with alterations." She looked at the other filly expectantly. C'mon, let her do the thing.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2017 7:55 am
The snowy filly's coal colored eyes shown with interest at the other's insistence. It was hardly impatient, more like impassioned, but the offer struck Diamond Dust quite hard in the chest by how kind it was. Truth be told, the bag was quite a hindrance the way it was. Her desire not to inconvenience the other filly was overshadowed by Purl's determination. She smiled at the introduction and loosened up a bit. "My name's Diamond Dust, but you can call me DiDi. It's nice to meet you, Purl!" With a quick glance at her cumbersome bag, Diamond Dust lowered her head and stepped out of its long strap. "I bet you are! So, if you're sure, I'd love to see your work." Her smile turned a little sheepish as she laughed. "It'd be a big help. Sorry I was being kind of stubborn."
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2017 5:17 pm
Purl blinked owlishly for a moment before her mouth curved up into a smile. She had expected a fight of stubbornness, brought on by her insistence - and she was feeling antsy enough to have pushed and pushed and pushed. Perhaps it was for the best that DiDi relented. Her hard-headed nature would be Purl's downfall one day, perhaps, but not today. She probably did need to examine why, exactly, she was so insistent... but it had felt like something she needed to do. "Nice to meet you, too, even if it's because I'm being overbearing." She huffed out a small puff of air as her horn began to glow. It was bread-y and kind of odd, but it worked just fine and no one dared to make comments about it. "The bag looks very you; where did you get it?" A needle and thread (dark blue) floated through the air as Purl's eyes narrowed in concentration. Just a few inches, and, if she was careful, she could make the stitching look like a design choice rather than an alteration.
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