lately i've been leaning on what she swears is a feeling
Flashing a slightly sunnier smile toward her father, the young attuned’s attention flits back to the tailor as he points her to the space and hands her the little key, one she takes with a chime of thanks before she’s bounding away – out of earshot to hear whether or not Jack was paying for it should she decide to get it. And luckily for the both of them, she isn’t gone too long. The dress fits like a glove, hugging curves and accentuating her best features, Caly is quite pleased when she returns.
Setting the dress carefully on the counter so as to not ruin it, she realizes Jack’s still there as the tailor works to get whatever he’s getting boxed up and ready – something Caly notices immediately. “Since when do you do gifts?” She asks under her breath, her amber honey toned gaze flitting toward the Captain with a raise of a playful brow – her mind still a calm and collected swarm of amusement and mischief, still blissfully unaware of his offer to pay for the dress she intends to get.
Setting the dress carefully on the counter so as to not ruin it, she realizes Jack’s still there as the tailor works to get whatever he’s getting boxed up and ready – something Caly notices immediately. “Since when do you do gifts?” She asks under her breath, her amber honey toned gaze flitting toward the Captain with a raise of a playful brow – her mind still a calm and collected swarm of amusement and mischief, still blissfully unaware of his offer to pay for the dress she intends to get.
Calypso
but she don't believe in mistakes
