505. Mid-Brush
"I need something I can easily move in," Mauve said to Mill as she pulled out the most uncomfortable dress one could possibly wear on a tour.
"You can easily move around in this," Mill said, holding up the dress as though Mauve didn't see it properly the first time.
"Come on, Mill. I won't be able to go down the stairs without help while wearing that. Give me something else."
"I like this dress and you've never worn it," Mill was adamant.
"For good reason too."
The sleeves of the dress fell over her shoulders, it was too ceremonial for her to just sit in it.
"Then, when will you put it on?"
"Maybe for a party. There is no way I can sit and just eat in that dress."
Mauve was more concerned about the sitting part. With how tight the dress looked, she would probably not be able to do more than sit in the dress.
"Okay," she said and placed the dress back into the wardrobe but not before Mauve saw her sad look of disappointment.