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[stealwithit]

[ Lead? Nah. Kasumi's going to hook her arm around the other woman's and walk alongside her. Sorry not sorry. ]

Right? And then you've got to wonder where some of this stuff came from...

[whathawksdo]

[ Oh. Well, that's just as acceptable, so she isn't about to hear Hawke complain. ]

Murder most foul? The bins of trash behind every building? Mysterious holes in time and space that only spit out very specific used items?

[ All could apply, easily. ]

[stealwithit]

I'm gonna go ahead and say "all of the above."

[whathawksdo]

Let's just try not to come out of there with several tables.

[ It could happen. ]

Though if you see any paintings of dogs doing really dumb things, I can think of a few places for those.

[stealwithit]

[ she just turns her head and frowns at Hawke. ]

Hawke, no.

[whathawksdo]

But dogs!

[ Doing dumb things! Dogs are important, Kasumi.

Although, on that topic, she does have to take a quick look around them. No dogs following her around just yet-- oh, no, there's one trying to escape its owner and leash. ]

Speaking of dogs, we might want to get indoors sooner than later, so come on.

[stealwithit]

Oh, right, you've got those special dog whisperer powers or something, right?

[ Luckily, they're only a few more steps away from the shop, and once they get to the door, Kasumi pulls Hawke along into the inside. ]

[whathawksdo]

Everyone keeps telling me that but never actually explaining what a dog whisperer is.

[ Pop culture references, the struggle is real.

But, once dragged along into the store, they can at least rest assured a pack of dogs isn't about to follow them around. For now, anyway. ]

[stealwithit]

I think it just means someone who gets along really well with dogs, actually.

[ A shrug. With their imminent swarming by dogs now put-off, Kasumi leads Hawke to the clothing section rather valiantly, which is to say that she doesn't get distracted by any of the shiny things up front (just yet). ]

[whathawksdo]

[ She can focus! On non-shiny things! Even as she notes a few things to go back and check once she's free to roam the store on her own... ]

Really? Then I come from an entire nation of those, if that's all it is.

[stealwithit]

[ Don't worry, Kasumi did that too. But for now, she's sifting through the rack of clothes before them. ]

Well, I think the "whisperer" part means being like, spiritually connected to dogs or something like that.

[ which would still describe pretty much all Fereldans yep ]

[whathawksdo]

And yet it still applies.

[ An entire nation of them, Kasumi, an entire nation.

While she sifts through one rack, Hawke will turn to idly sift through another one, although, in her case, she isn't seriously looking. In fact, what she comes up with? She pulls a particularly awful sweater out. ]

Who thought this was a good idea?

[stealwithit]

[ She grins at the sweater. Ah yes, thrift shop finds. ]

I bet you'd like it if it was a dog on the sweater instead.

And...

[ She pulls out her very own ugly thing from the rack. ]

The same person who thought this was a good idea.

[whathawksdo]

If it had been, no force on this planet would have been able to stop me from getting it.

[ Not even you, Kasumi. Anyway, putting cat sweater back and...

That other shirt... ]

Oh. Oh no. I think I need to get that for someone else.

[stealwithit]

Someone else? You'd inflict this horror on another human being, Hawke?

[ But she's slooooowly putting it back... ]

[whathawksdo]

What can I say? I just love leaving Dorian all sorts of presents to find.

[ And by presents, she means disasters, but. You know. ]

[stealwithit]

Don't get along with your roommate, do you?

I'm so glad I don't have to deal with that.

[whathawksdo]

Not always, but we do have our moments.

[ She's still picking through that one rack idly, though she's not really sure what Kasumi has in mind when it comes to replacing her much preferred red tank top and jeans. How can you top that, she asks? How? ]

So you live all alone, do you?

[stealwithit]

Of course I do. This whole "enigmatic" thing I have going on would be much more difficult otherwise.

[ She's continuing to look through the racks, hanger of clothing by hanger, as she speaks. In time, she pulls out a loose-looking, flowy button-up shirt. ]

What about something like this?

[whathawksdo]

And you don't have to share.

[ She looks away from her own clothing rifling and gives the shirt Kasumi holds up an appraising look. ]

I suppose that isn't too bad.

[stealwithit]

Or wear pants around the place. It's pretty great.

[ But Kasumi gives her a little nod and drapes the shirt over her arm as she turns and keeps looking. ]

Alright, well that's one thing. You'll definitely need that leather jacket we were talking about, too.

[whathawksdo]

As if you need to live alone to do that.

[ There's all of one other person in the house with her, she can do what she wants. ]

What about the one I already have?

[ The terrible one meant to survive street brawls and that's it, that's its job. ]

[stealwithit]

Of course I do. It would detract from all my mystery to walk around with no pants on.

As for the jacket. Well, that one you can keep. But you need a nicer one for going out and looking really awesome, too.

[whathawksdo]

Just leave the hood on. It'd still be mysterious!

[ And very, very strange. ]

I'm sure why I need a nicer one for doing anything at all. It's not like the first one is embarrassing...

[ Even if "Faust" disagreed. The opinions of villains do not count. Still, she spots something in another rack, one that is mostly jackets, and pulls it out. ]

What about-- oh, no. This one is missing about a foot of length.

[stealwithit]

[ She regards the jacket with some amusement. ]

No, no, we're keeping that one. Or at least having you try it on.