Look at this girl, black torn-up shorts well above her knees, flowery white shirt and a weird hat that looks like a rooster's comb on her head--it's a flower from the top, but it's not an easy perspective to notice.
Elizabeth's dress is still a hundred times more formal than most she saw in Alola; suspicion considers rising, and she allows it, not dropping her smile for a moment.
She's definitely lost. This isn't the sunny world she was expecting, or even where she thought she'd go if something ever did go wrong.
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Date: 2017-08-27 04:22 am (UTC)Elizabeth's dress is still a hundred times more formal than most she saw in Alola; suspicion considers rising, and she allows it, not dropping her smile for a moment.
She's definitely lost. This isn't the sunny world she was expecting, or even where she thought she'd go if something ever did go wrong.
"No."