[saya is here, sipping from an opaque purple tumbler while browsing through the different costumes. occasionally, she will take one off the racks to take a closer look, before sighing and putting it back in its place.
later, at some point in the night, she will start messing around with the displays — exchanging mannequin heads here and there, swapping skeleton bones of varying sizes, and jumping on the rugs to make them scream. repeatedly. there is no impulse control.]
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later, at some point in the night, she will start messing around with the displays — exchanging mannequin heads here and there, swapping skeleton bones of varying sizes, and jumping on the rugs to make them scream. repeatedly. there is no impulse control.]