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I always go black. [It's the predominating colour of her wardrobe. She takes it though, with one hand and holds it up against herself. ] He's not exactly dreamy, is he?

[Flawless in appearance, but not flawless at all. She turns, looking for a mirror of some sort. ] I'm not worried, really.

[No mirror, but - she spies a red dress and plucks it from the rack, handing it over to him. ] Try this.

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[No, perhaps dreamy isn't the word. Freddie's mouth quirks into a moue.]

He's alright. [He takes the dress, spreading it out against himself. He can already see that it's not quite right, the skirt's a little too long, too full, but no harm in trying it.] He must be. You like him, and I quite like you.

[There are dressing rooms just across the way, there will be a decent mirror there, surely, so Freddie heads over, beckoning.]

How serious is it? I mean, with the threesomes, I take it it's an open engagement.

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[She follows with a shrug. ] I don't think he can do the only seeing one person thing and I'm monumentally fucked up about relationships, so we're tentatively open.

[She doesn't look particularly worried; she hasn't been jealous so far, so. Stepping into a fitting room, she tugs the curtain closed and then, calls out: ]

But I think it's mostly serious, with the feelings and stuff. I dunno, I'm not exactly the most romantic person.

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[Freddie lets himself into the booth next to hers, leaving his curtain open as he strips off.]

Relationships are monumentally fucked up, that's the problem with them. I had one once. Terrible.

[He swipes the dress from the hanger and tries to work out how the zip and the lining all hang together.]

But you sound like you've got an idea of what you're letting yourself in for. Just let me know if you ever need me to find someone less breakable than me to hurt him for you.

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Awh Freddie, you do care.

[She goes quiet for a long moment whilenshe strips off and then faces down the dreas with dread in her eyes. It takes her another long moment to figure out that she should really step into it rather than tug it over her head. ]

I've already got someone like that, though. I think. Don't worry.