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[indent][u][b]January 3rd, 10:13 AM
Clio’s Apartment[/b][/u][/indent]
[right]In Collaboration With: [@Blackstripe][/right]
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Having woken up and fallen out of bed ten minutes before, Clio was ready to tackle the day. She shuffled towards her dresser, pulling open a drawer and thumbing through her folded clothes. Sweats, a pair of baggy jeans from high school, more sweats. A great selection, truly. Pulling out a pair of faded black sweats, she tugged them on and threw on a grey shirt that reached down to her thighs. Begrudgingly, she tucked the shirt inside her sweats until it was a more appropriate length. Slipping on her worn out sneakers, she slumped back onto the bed and cradled her head in her hands, a long sigh escaping through her nose. In an instant, she was taken back to Karen's dressing room, where Jones was dissing her shoes. Rightfully so, in her opinion. She was a wreck, plain and simple.

Maybe today was the day to change that?

Reaching towards her bedside table for her phone, she flipped it around to the back and ran a thumb over the case. It was covered in Karen song titles, all in different graffiti-esque fonts and colors. It had been gifted to her by her mother, last year on her birthday. She'd definitely have to change the case soon if she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the singer. Pushing back that thought, she forced herself to consider calling the young artist. Was it worth bugging her? Probably not. Did she want to go clothes shopping alone? Definitely not. She was useless in that department, having given up on fashion the day she started dressing herself.

Turning the phone over, she tapped in the first few digits of Karen's number, before the rest popped up on its own. She listened to the dial tone for a few moments before there was activity on the other end. 

[color=orchid]”Hello?”[/color]

[color=EF1956]"Karen...it's Clio."[/color] She forced some pep into her voice. [color=EF1956]"I was wondering if you'd like to go out...er, clothes shopping?"[/color]

[color=orchid]”Clothes shopping? Oh, right, I [i]did[/i] offer to help with that, huh? Sure!”[/color] said Karen, sounding surprisingly enthusiastic about the prospect of helping her play dress up again. [color=orchid]”How would you like to meet up?”[/color]

Clio considered her budget for the day. She hadn’t spent a large amount of money on clothing in...well, she really never had before. Therefore, she didn’t mind shelling out a hefty amount. Columbus Circle was a good a place as any. 

[color=EF1956]”Mind meeting me at...Michael Kors, at Columbus Circle at eleven?”[/color] She knew Michael Kors was a shop at Columbus Circle, and though she wasn’t sure it sold what she was looking for, she knew it was relatively high-end. 

[color=orchid]”Great choice! I’ll see you there!”[/color] said Karen, before the line clicked.