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Suikazura would go about her search, walking down aisles and combing through various dresses. Yoko went to a nearby aisle to browse for herself. She didn't actually intend to buy anything--she'd already finished her shopping for the day--though if she spotted anything new and pretty enough she would likely buy it spur of the moment.
Eventually the girl appeared to decide on an outfit, asking for her opinion on it. Yoko walked the short distance over, picking up one of the attached sleeves, looking at the leggings that accompanied it. It all appeared to match very well and the colors were beautiful. It did seem a little darker than Suikazura's usual style--what few things she'd seen the girl wear--but it was rather pretty even so. And the flower design, a deep red and orange combination--the dress would've been nothing without that little embellishment.
"It would suit you nicely, I think," she said with a nod, releasing the fabric. The girl mentioning that she was named after her mother's favorite flower was an interesting detail. Yoko hadn't been named after a specific thing. In fact, she'd never really looked very far into the meaning of her name. It was pretty sounding and suited her looks, so she didn't much care.
"If that's the one you want, let's head to the counter, then." If Suikazura was finished and didn't allude to wanting to look around further, the pinkette would lead them further into the shop and up to the counter, paying for the outfit and ensuring the shopkeeper properly removed tags, folded it, and placed it away in a nice bag. Green eyes were sharp, almost scrutinizing. Yoko came in here a lot and she hadn't been joking when she'd said this place was one of her favorites. However, her familiarity with the staff also meant that she expected zero laziness in tending to her--or anyone else she brought in with her.
Turning to Suikazura, Yoko would shift one of the bags from her wrist and back into her hand. "Was there anything else you wanted to pick up?" she asked. "Perhaps a matching pair of shoes?" She was really just tossing the idea out and didn't expect the girl to take her up on the offer. If Suika did, though, she'd have to think up which shop to lead them to next. She'd promised only one outfit but shoes were a part of that--if the bakery girl actually needed them, of course. It was hard to believe she'd worn everything else in her closet down to ribbons.
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