I'd dress them wicked, I'd give them names

[wolfchild]

ᴡʜᴏ: Arya and Bunny
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: shopping trip
ᴡʜᴇɴ: a sunny afternoon
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the city


[ Arya is miserable. Not that this is surprising. Clothes have never been something she is particularly enthused by. She is happy to wear what she is given. So long as they are not rags, she can wear anything, and she would wear the rags too if need be.

No, the reason she is especially unhappy is her companion for the day. It had begun innocently enough; she ran into Bunny while walking to the city and invited him along. But what she had assumed would brighten an otherwise dull day had turned into a dull headache.

Swiveling on her heel, she turns away from her reflection to glare at him. ]

What is wrong with this?

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[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Oh god so awkward]

I'm covered in fur, it's allowed.

[wolfchild]

Stephanie makes clothes for dogs. She could make some for you.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I don't want to wear any sodding clothes.

[wolfchild]

Then I don't either! [ yeah. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

You're a human you don't have a choice.

[wolfchild]

[ bunny, you are the worst. ]

I hate having to look for clothes. There's never anything I like.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

That's going to be a problem for you for the rest of your days, welcome to being a girl.

[wolfchild]

[ she gives a defeated sigh. ]

Just help me pick something. Anything. Not a dress!

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Fine.

[He'll start picking random things off the racks]

Anything here tickle your fancy?

[wolfchild]

[ she points to a long-sleeved gray shirt, its sleeves a darker shade than the body. ]

That looks good.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Okay, I can live with that. That at least covers you up.

[wolfchild]

Find something else like it.

[ if she comes out of this torture with only one shirt she might cry. ]

And breeches. No dresses. [ it bears repeating. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Not even a single dress. [He'll hold one up] Like this one? This one's right pretty.

[wolfchild]

No dresses. I hate dresses. You can't fight in a dress.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

What if you wear something under it?

[wolfchild]

You always wear something under it.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No, I mean like trousers, or something. So the dress is just covering them.

[wolfchild]

You still can't move in a dress.

[ she thinks of long skirts, how she cannot run properly in them. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Maybe if it was shorter you could.

[wolfchild]

Shorter how? Robb would not let me go anywhere showing my legs.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

But you wouldn't be showing your legs if you had trousers under it.

[wolfchild]

--but it's a dress.

[ she's just arguing because gut reaction no. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

But you'll have trousers under it.

[wolfchild]

[ she wrinkles her nose, unsure. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Trust me on this one, little Brumby.

[wolfchild]

Give it over.

[ you better appreciate what she does for you B( ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He'll hand it over, he appreciates it SO MUCH]

Here you go, you'll look ripper.

[wolfchild]

[ she will go into the dressing room with the stupid dress and try on the stupid dress and come out wearing the stupid dress, wow, that's a lot of leg. do you see what she does for you, bunny. do you. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He loves you for it]

Awww, see. You look real pretty in it, darl.

[wolfchild]

[ she will skin you, rabbit. ]

If I get this, can I get that shirt?