Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20161013190406/@comment-26709630-20161028165251

Gracie laughed lightly. "Wow, that's really amazing. At some point I've got to step into reality and realize these kind of things truly happen! The most magical thing I'm used to is my talking horse." She smiled a bit shyly. "You wouldn't happen to be a bit, um, weirded out by a talking horse, now would you?"

'''"Aw, thank you. I do draw to dress nicely, though I'm certainly not the very best at putting outfits together." '''She laughed a bit, though it almost sounded half-heart. This was rather unusual, and Gracie was usually very full her life and her laughter was usually, in all honestly, infectious. Perhaps it was the fact that Dainty appeared so incredibly well put together that brought this little spurt of self conscieness. Despite this, Gracie was already beginning to grow fond of her new roommate. She was just so nice.

In response to Dainty's inquiry about where to keep her clothing, Gracie paused for a moment. "Perhaps keep the skirts and jeans in this dresser, and the shirts and dresses in the closet?" Gracie desperatly hoped it didn't appear that she was just letting Dainty do all this work. This was mostly all in her own mind. Gracie had never been one to simply let other's do work for her.