"Good. Wouldn't want to go in a dirty store like that anyway." The raven haired youth softly stated, taking out a spray bottle and applying it to her hands with a delicate rubbing after.
"Hmmph." Sharon groaned and went back over to the three standing near the gate. Helper swooned by but she attempted to swat it away with manicured hands, flicking her sassy blond hair in the light draft going by.
"Anyway, my name's Mimi Ling. I see you've already met Gothy here?" Mimi shook Wendy's hand, abit with her own inside her sleeve.
"I don't even consider myself a 'Goth' you know." Clyde said.
Mimi faked a cough again and sprayed Clyde with her bottle, causing him to back away.
"Yes we know, you're a nice guy that looks special but lacks anything definitively unique or interesting. By the light, we get it. As for the other's, the blond bombsheila with spectacles is Sharon. The other 3 are Bernice Bernadette in the froufrou getup, tho I just call her Betty, Sherman the wimpy looking one and the other creeper is... ugh something annoying." she stated calmly.
"-Antonov Bonolenov." Clyde added.
"Right right, that. He's weird, try not to mind him tho." Mimi said, spraying her hands and rubbing them vigorously.
"Oh, okay than. Hmm... And what are, those?" Wendy asked.
Brunette haired, bright eyed grinning woman marched with endless glee and a sense of purposeful abandon of all cognizance near the massive Gate. They had shimmering pink-and-black striped tights, corsets, puffy sleeves uptop poofy bell-shaped dresses, and rather cartoonish proportions from their gloved hands right to their well endowed chests. Unlike the other toys which were clearly animatronics or artificial in nature, these women had a sense of being, lifelike.
Something scarier or more sinister perhaps, whenever they walked, smiled or innocuously waved with a sweet giggle or curtsy.
Clyde swallowed hard, tugging at his hoodie and trying to feign composure. "Those are..."
