[ sonia wrinkles her brow -- not quite skepticism, but some confused relative of it, because while she more or less trusts natasha, she wasn't expecting spontaneous gift-giving. but the truth is that she really could use a little extra care, a distraction, something to wash away some of the misery of being a prisoner.
she takes it and starts to unwrap it, her expression shifting to one of tentative anticipation as she bites her lip. she blinks at the folded cloth as she pulls away the paper, her mouth opening a little. she holds up the dress, partially shakes it out, and she genuinely doesn't know what to say. ]
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she takes it and starts to unwrap it, her expression shifting to one of tentative anticipation as she bites her lip. she blinks at the folded cloth as she pulls away the paper, her mouth opening a little. she holds up the dress, partially shakes it out, and she genuinely doesn't know what to say. ]
Where...did you get this?