19.Sep.13, 01:26 AM
Casa hated having to get new clothing. She liked the clothing she had just fine. It was threaded and patchy, but she kept it clean. And she made it last a while. But when one of the other women told her that her clothing was embarrassing and she was going to get a new set, she really didn't have much choice in the matter.
Scowling, she stomped off and headed towards the area where general clothing was stored. She knew where generics were kept for males and females, but the thought of having to replace things just made her more and more frustrated. Upon arriving, she glanced around the room in dismay, completely lost at where to start. Frowning, she picked up a tunic that looked as if it might fit her. However, upon further inspection, it was far too large for her.
Scowling, she folded it and put it back on the shelf, trying again. This time, she reached for something that looked like comfortable, airy trousers. This time it turned out to be a skirt. She huffed and put it back on the shelf, but somehow all it did was knock a stack of clothing over. Frustrated, she flopped down in the middle of it all.
"Why does clothing have to be so dumb?!" She yelled to herself. She knew her stuff was worn down, but she just didn't understand trying to find things that fit well and looked good and...and..she needed all the help she could get. Sighing, she let her head fall to her knees and just sat there, wondering what to do.
Scowling, she stomped off and headed towards the area where general clothing was stored. She knew where generics were kept for males and females, but the thought of having to replace things just made her more and more frustrated. Upon arriving, she glanced around the room in dismay, completely lost at where to start. Frowning, she picked up a tunic that looked as if it might fit her. However, upon further inspection, it was far too large for her.
Scowling, she folded it and put it back on the shelf, trying again. This time, she reached for something that looked like comfortable, airy trousers. This time it turned out to be a skirt. She huffed and put it back on the shelf, but somehow all it did was knock a stack of clothing over. Frustrated, she flopped down in the middle of it all.
"Why does clothing have to be so dumb?!" She yelled to herself. She knew her stuff was worn down, but she just didn't understand trying to find things that fit well and looked good and...and..she needed all the help she could get. Sighing, she let her head fall to her knees and just sat there, wondering what to do.