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[What happens when you give a fifteen year old girl a lot of money and drop her off, unsupervised, in a clone of New York City?

Well, in Minako's case, she buys way too much food and crazy expensive clothes. And then, after eating a box of donuts by herself, proceeds to collapse on a park bench, bags strewn on the ground in front of her. And then she starts complaining loudly, making faces.]

Ughhh. I'm gonna puke.

[Despite this, she looks very pleased with herself, even though she's wearing a bunch of her most expensive purchases, tags still attached, with no real focus on whether or not they actually go together. The girl needs Jesus. Someone stop her!]

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[ she lets out a huff, why does this girl have to be so resistant to her help? ]

Go around dressed like that, you're bound to invite comment. At least I had the decency not to laugh behind your back like everyone else.

[She glances down at herself. It's true that she doesn't... Match... But she was just super excited for her new stuff okay!]

Who cares what you think!

[There's a pause, and then Minako whispers conspiratorially.]

Is it really that bad?

[ kanaya shakes her head ] Darling, I'm a professional, it's my job for people to care what I think.

[ but how professional she might be is hard to say, she can't be more than a year older than minako, after all. ]

It isn't wholly unsalvagable, I don't think, but it will need some rearranging. I wouldn't have engaged if I weren't willing to offer my consult.

[She considers this. Idols have stylists, and since Minako is totally going to be an idol someday...]

Okay! What kind of rearranging?

[ she puts a hand on her chin, giving the outfit another once over. ]

First thing, if you're wearing that top, you'll want a different pair of shoes.

[ she points to minako's bags. ] What else did you get?

[Minako scoots one of the bags, from a shoe store, toward Kanaya.]

[[FEEL FREE TO MAKE STUFF UP]]

[ kanaya moves off to the side, out of the way of foot traffic, before she starts checking through the boxes, giving each a fair appraisal with a thoughtful hum. eventually, she finds one that catches her fancy. ]

Oh! I like these.

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