"'Round the waist? How's a girl s'posed ta breathe all cinched up like that?" The urchin rolled her eyes at all the fancy accessories she was meant to wear, dolling her up worse than the doily at the front of the shop. It wasn't like she didn't want to wear a dress, either, they sure looked nice...on others. Charley wasn't about to be walking around in all those stuffy layers without reason. She glanced across the store, eyes peeled for a shirt to go with the trousers her heart had picked out. "Gotta have something I can move in, y'know?"
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Writer Notes: Charley is a street urchin in both appearance and behavior, unless written otherwise here.
Interactions may reflect Victorian-era morals rather than modern sensibilities; this is allowed and acceptable to this writer.