[Vanya is smiling up until her ears perk. Two girls giggling, arguing over who gets to approach... Five? Good God.
Vanya expects the slightly horrified reaction of any sibling that's overhearing someone express interest--she remembers him when he was literally slinging mud at their brothers, for God's sake--but what she doesn't expect is the hot razor edge of tension and contempt that settles in her gut.
She tries to shake it off, tries to focus on the clothes instead, but then one of the girls comes over. Blonde. Pretty, too. Vanya tries not to think of how much prettier the girl is than her.]
He knows what he wants, [Vanya says shortly, sparing the woman a glance (and it's a bit colder than she means to be) before looking back at Five.] You want to find a changing room?
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Vanya expects the slightly horrified reaction of any sibling that's overhearing someone express interest--she remembers him when he was literally slinging mud at their brothers, for God's sake--but what she doesn't expect is the hot razor edge of tension and contempt that settles in her gut.
She tries to shake it off, tries to focus on the clothes instead, but then one of the girls comes over. Blonde. Pretty, too. Vanya tries not to think of how much prettier the girl is than her.]
He knows what he wants, [Vanya says shortly, sparing the woman a glance (and it's a bit colder than she means to be) before looking back at Five.] You want to find a changing room?