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WHO: Sybille and Vriska
TONE: Light at first but then BONE CRUSHING DRAMA
RATING: PG-13 for language
WHEN: A few days after the teachers' trip.
WHERE: Paris, France
WHAT: Sybille takes Vriska shopping clothes. Things happen.
STATUS: Ongoing | Closed

[After an interesting trip to the city and one taxi ride later to the shopping district of Paris (Vriska's first time in a car, let alone a taxi), they were finally here. Sybille had insisted on taking Vriska out to buy her new clothes, even if Vriska wasn't that interested in the idea, but she didn't fight too much against Sybille. They were far away from Sybille's home- Vriska's too, now, but it was still odd for her to think of it as hers. Really, she just worried about Nicholas being alone for so long.

Now Vriska was looking through a clothes rack, with little enthusiasm. She already had a few bags of clothes from some of the previous shops they visited earlier. She would not have said no if Sybille wanted to call it a day here and now.]

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I'm sorry. [She swallows a lump in her throat, sitting next to Vriska.] It's a very big city. I should have known better than to walk off without checking you were with me.

[She looks back at her, studying her face for something. Finally she glances away again.] I should... not left the shop after you leave. If you come back maybe it would not take so long to find each other again. [She remembers what Murdoc told her and she feels a little guilty for having panicked like that.]

[Sybille is having a hard time even looking at the girl, but she glances at Vriska to speak.] I panicked. I looked in every other store first, because I didn't know if you would have stayed. But the important thing is that we found each other now, so we're fine. I'm here, and so are you.

[She watched Sybile as she spoke, expression unreadable as she tried to determine whether she was truly sincere. Then Murdoc's words came back to her and she looked away. Maybe he was right.]

I believe you. [She looked back up at her.] Can we go back now?

If back is home, of course we can leave. [She hesitates, going to pull Vriska into a hug. She drops her arms, patting her thighs.] When we get home, do you want me to cook? I think that would be nice.