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Sylvianne’s arms remained crossed over her chest as she leaned back, examining her design. The level of scrutiny was comical considering that the outfit had been intended to be an exercise that was just for fun. Already they’d cycled through four pairs of trousers before switching to skirts, and now the older girl had her guest squeezed into a dress.

Her brows tugged together, a sign of inevitable dissatisfaction. “You’re too short.” It was a valid complaint, her own garments were fit around her height and her weight; on Lizze they hung strangely-- bunching up at ankles and on curves. Not known for her overarching patience, the senior let out a noise of irritation. She’d offered to help originally, finding an outfit and playing dress up was usually a fun task, but she hadn’t intended to work harder than pulling out a few pieces from her closet. Sylv huffed as she set the hangers in her hand back on the rack.