( Sarah Miller Ic ) - Blog Posts

Sarah immediately grins at the confirmation, warm and friendly. A lot of her old shirts weren't really her style anymore, leaning more towards copying Maria's style now they'd settled in Jackson. She didn't have to make do with a more childish style anymore, taking whatever they found that fit her - it seemed her old clothes were either teenaged or something an old man would wear. Gross.

" Hey, hey, it's okay. I don't mind at all, " Sarah is quick to reassure, hand settling on her hip as she looks Hannah up and down approvingly. " It suits you more anyways. You should keep it – in fact, I bet I have tons of old stuff I can give you back at my place. " They were a sharing community anyways, always trading or borrowing due to resources being limited. Not like they could go down to the mall anymore.

" Seriously, come back to ours and I'll give you a whole new wardrobe. Free of charge. "

@fracturals: ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ ( sarah miller, au where she lives )

"Maybe." She is. It's the right size too, such a nice change from all the crap she's found in the last few months. "Your dad's fault, Miller. He said I could." Not that Sarah seems mad about it, but she'd like to make clear she's not a thief. "Mine got all bloodied up... not my blood. Not people's blood. I slipped on a dead crawler, super gross... Is this okay? I'll wash it before I give it back."