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[aero_dienamic]

**Val has wandered into one of the least likely places she'd be; the clothing store. Her journal is tucked under her arm. She's sorting through the clothing as if she were looking for something but, she can't quite find what she's looking for.

More specifically, she doesn't know what she's looking for. All she's sure of is she wants something new. Something different and special.**

Ahh, would anyone know what sort of clothing isn't easily torn?

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[savedbyasmile.livejournal.com]

[...she probably isn't concerned about giving people a peek at her panties, is she?]

Um...n-not really. U-usually a good way to tell is to take a knife a-and...just swipe it quickly across it. If it tears very easily, it's not good.

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

**not at all, considering what she's wearing now**

Ahh, well that's helpful. I may have to bring one next time, then.

**She looks through clothing again, finding this and that that might look good on her, so, she drapes it over her arm.**

So, dear, what sort of work do you do that's so dangerous to your clothes?

[savedbyasmile.livejournal.com]

Oh-

U-um. I'm...I'm a ninja, of Konoha. [She fiddles with the forehead protector tied around her neck; there's a leaf symbol carved into the metal.]

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

A ninja? I'd only ever known one. He was quite... boisterous... **She notices she fiddles with her protector but, it doesn't mean too much to her, just some metal with a design on it. Jewelery at most.**

He was one of the 'good guys' so needless to say, we didn't quite get along during his time here. **And she goes back to looking through clothes. She finds herself a tube-top that might be a size or two too small for her.** Oh, this looks nice. What do you think?