( It's enough to get her to uncurl and flop on her side, eyes flicking to her wardrobe. "Her" wardrobe.
She ends up trekking downstairs in the clothes she arrived here in. They don't fit the same as several months ago; her shirt is a little less loose, a little less long. Her shorts aren't quite as long either. She's growing, and she's barely aware of it.
It's still more comforting than her other outfit. Her uniform. Time for midnight snacking, apparently, and his having thought it makes the idea near irresistible, leading to Chihiro dragging around a stool to try and get into cupboards while ignoring all the food set out by the invisible hands of the kitchens at even this hour. She's honestly not even sure what she's getting down. Whatever's highest in this cupboard, probably. )
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( It's enough to get her to uncurl and flop on her side, eyes flicking to her wardrobe. "Her" wardrobe.
She ends up trekking downstairs in the clothes she arrived here in. They don't fit the same as several months ago; her shirt is a little less loose, a little less long. Her shorts aren't quite as long either. She's growing, and she's barely aware of it.
It's still more comforting than her other outfit. Her uniform. Time for midnight snacking, apparently, and his having thought it makes the idea near irresistible, leading to Chihiro dragging around a stool to try and get into cupboards while ignoring all the food set out by the invisible hands of the kitchens at even this hour. She's honestly not even sure what she's getting down. Whatever's highest in this cupboard, probably. )