Things Reborn, Sunday

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As Ben was going through some new donations, he came across a box of old-timey alarm clocks. The ones you had to wind, with the bells on top of them and everything. And so, of course, he had to put up a display, set them all for exactly the same time, and wait for alarm-based carnage.

The sad thing was that he did this repeatedly throughout the day in hopes of getting them to go off when a customer stopped in, just to get their reaction.

[OOC: I don't feel like OCD today. So there is none! If you stop in, feel free to mod the alarms going off at any point during your shopping.]

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"Right."

Sophie held up another shirt against him and considered. Still not too late to run.

Then leaned into his personal space, eyes on his, evaluating very carefully.

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He smiled, still a little crooked but mostly warm. And, oddly enough, he relaxed. It was in the line of his shoulders, the way he held his arms. He was, in fact, relaxed.

"Too much pattern," he said, of the shirt.

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"Mmm." Sophie looked down at it, then wrinkled her nose. "Yes. Entirely too much so."

And took a step back with a smile.