"Don't judge a book by its cover is what I'd love to say. Look at the mighty Charlie be subjected to the folly of thoughts. It doesn't matter," he sprung onto a wooden floor, "-don't mind me."
"Lady Medusa," they watched Igna take a suit ahead into the changing room, "-I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you."
"Don't bow," a casual crunch told of her demeanor, "-master's not the type to get angry."
"Thank the gods," the posture eased, "-I should have known the suits were ordered for someone special, not a special day."
"I hope he likes it," she said, "-if you'll excuse me, there are a few things I ought to plan," she pushed onto the outdoors, there, passersby turned, scanned the store and peeped, enviously narrowed their eyes, turned to their own, and headed on their way.
