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[whathawksdo]

[ She looks back down at herself and gives the hem of the jacket an idle tug. ]

Still a very inefficient jacket, but, yes, I think I do.

[stealwithit]

You look really stylish, though.

[ Kasumi's gaze wanders, then, and on a nearby rack, she sees this dress hanging. But she'll wait for Hawke to go back into the dressing room before grabbing it. ]

[whathawksdo]

[ You claim you like one plaid thing and this happens...

It only takes another few minutes for her to switch back to her own shirt -- the tank top -- and then she's out, other clothes draped over one arm. She makes it all of two steps before stopping and giving the dress Kasumi grabbed a suspicious look. ]

What's that for?

[stealwithit]

[ What? Not so proud of your country bumpkin aesthetic after all?

But Kasumi holds the hanger with the offending dress up, a grin spreading across her lips. ]

For you to try on, my dear.

[whathawksdo]

You know, you think it's funny now, but I may decide to spite you by getting nothing but that kind of clothing pattern.

[ It already happened with the coat! Though, this one, even Hawke's a little dubious over, even if she does grin right back at the thief. Fine then, she holds the other clothes out for her to take in trade for the dress. ]

[stealwithit]

Keep that up, and maybe I'll stop hanging out with you for fun.

[ How tragic would that be.

In any case, Kasumi takes the clothes, and waits dutifully for Hawke to return to the fitting room to try on The Dress.

Before long, she moves, giving the nearby clerk an, "oh, we're friends," before she wraps her fingers along the edge of the curtain screening Hawke's fitting room and pulling it juuuust enough to peek her head through. ]

How's it going?

[whathawksdo]

Now that, that is an empty threat.

[ As if it'd take plaid alone to drive someone off.

But then she's popping back into the dressing room and, well, yes, there is a bit of difficulty. Why is there a zipper? Why is there a zipper on the back? Where it's apparently impossible to reach? That's the struggle Kasumi will be peeking in on when she intrudes.

An intrusion that garners a frown, at that, though she doesn't shoo her out. It's not like it's scandalous when she actually is wearing something. ]

I'm beginning to think this is not actually meant to be worn. This thing in the back...

[stealwithit]

[ Kasumi gives a quiet chuckle before she steps into the room. ]

That's called a zipper, Hawke. The same thing on your jeans?

[ She takes a gentle hold on the mage's wrists to move her hands away from the zipper. ]

Here, let me help you.

[whathawksdo]

Yes, but they make sense there. Why one on the back of anything? Especially somewhere hard to reach?

[ Kasumi moves her hands away from it, though, Hawke will leave the zipper be. ]

[stealwithit]

[ And the thief proceeds to pulling the zipper up carefully, slowly. ]

Oh, I don't know. Possibly as an excuse to have someone else help you with it?

[whathawksdo]

Ah, yes, the perfect excuse to expose my back to people.

[ Nah, she still thinks it's silly. ]

[stealwithit]

[ She claps her hands onto Hawke's shoulders when she's done, giving them a nice pat as she peeks out from behind the stupidly tall mage to look at the mirror. ]

Hey, it's cute on you!

[whathawksdo]

[ Again with the cute, but she doesn't denounce the word this time. She eyes the mirror and tugs at the dress a bit. ]

I don't know. I get the feeling this is a dress better suited for someone younger.

[ And less battle-worn. Also, possibly related to lumberjacks. ]

[stealwithit]

[ Wait are the Hawkes not a family of lumberjacks???

In any case. Kasumi tilts her head a bit at the age comment. ]

How old are you, anyway?

[whathawksdo]

[ They are lumberjacks and they don't care...

Okay. Not really. One was a woodcarver, though! ]

Me? Thirty-one, give or take a few months. [ So super old. Super old. ] Do the months here even count towards age?

[stealwithit]

I mean, they could if you were really into birthdays.

And damn, you're old.

[whathawksdo]

People do seem very obsessed with name-days here...

[ She looks back at Kasumi at being called old, though, and lets out a vaguely amused sound. ]

Not too old. I have a good twenty years left, I'm sure, assuming the Chantry never catches up with me.

[stealwithit]

The Chantry?

I'm guessing that's not some sort of terminal illness.

[whathawksdo]

Not unless you'd call a religion a terminal illness.

[ Hawke goes back to squinting at herself in the mirror, then shakes her head. ]

I'll pass on this one. Go on, out. [ Followed by a beat, then she adds: ] Uh, after you help with that zipper again?

[ Hopeless. ]

[stealwithit]

--Ah.

[ At the zipper, and at the religion bit. Kasumi has had her fair share of religious lunacy, herself, so she'll note that for another time. Another time being very soon, probably. She proceeds to help Hawke with the pesky zipper and politely steps out of the dressing room, even going so far as to closing the curtain behind her so Hawke can change. She resumes her former position nearby, leaning against the wall with the other garments (that she had totally put down somewhere to help with the zipper) bundled in her arms. ]

Note to self: no back zippers unless you want Hawke calling you over every time she needs help with it.

[whathawksdo]

[ For another time? Maybe. Considering how many stories she must owe her by now, whenever another time might be is up in the air if left unquestioned. ]

What? Not thrilled by the thought of coming to my rescue so many times?

[ Is what she calls out of the dressing room in response. Rescue from the zippers that no one can feasibly reach, very evil, very dastardly. What isn't to love? Except... everything. Okay, not the biggest adventure out there, she'd admit. A few minutes go by before she's stepping back out to join Kasumi, dress draped over one arm. ]

[stealwithit]

[ Although it goes unseen, Kasumi shrugs a shoulder. ]

Once or twice is fine. Cute, even. But the moment you start calling me over just to help you with a zipper? I dunno about that.

[ When Hawke steps out, Kasumi steps to her side. ]

What do you think? Look some more, or have you got enough plaid, button-up shirts and not-jackets for the time being?

[whathawksdo]

You're the one who requested the shopping trip, so I'll leave that decision up to you.

[ Though that plaid dress is getting stuffed back into another rack at random, perhaps to be lost to all space and time forever. Who knows. ]

But I don't know what else I could possibly need. The shirt at least counts as something besides a red tank top.