for richwitchbtch; Remissa and Siria figure out Looks for the deer wedding

[moonsickness]

[Remissa floos in to Siria's flat a good fifteen minutes past the time they'd agreed to meet, her bridesmaid's outfit for Jane and Lily's wedding in a garment bag tucked under her arm.

The smile directed at Siria is a little sheepish, for a few reasons.] Sorry I'm late.

[That's one. The other, larger reason is sort of why they're doing this. Remissa doesn't really dress up. Ever. Make-up is sort of a foreign concept and heels, even low ones, are nigh impossible. So she's going to "practice".]

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[richwitchbtch]

No worries! I'm just glad you're all right.

[With everything going on in the world, after all, being late could mean just about anything.]

D'you wanna hop right into it, or maybe some tea, first?