09-06-2010, 03:01 PM
Liesel just shrugged and slipped into the room before closing the door behind her. She didn't seem to be bothered at all by his state of half dress. Walking over to where his shirt was draped over the chair she picked it up, seeming to study it for a moment before thrusting it at him, "People are going to think you're a prep," she said matter-of-factly before sitting down on his bed. She doubted the statement would change Maxwell's mind about the shirt but she felt it needed to be said. She had also picked out a white tee and dark pants so they would match in color at least, if not in style.
When they were younger her mother had obsessed over dressing them in matching outfits. The older they became however, the harder it had been for her to find matching clothes without making Liesel look like a tomboy and eventually at the insistence of their father she had given up her favorite pastime. Liesel hated dressing exactly like her twin but sometimes she amused herself by dressing in a similar color scheme. Some days she made a conscious effort and some days it happened by chance but she didn't obsess about it like her mother had. The young girl believed her clothes should show something about her own personality rather than state that her brother and herself were like simple clones.
Spotting a hairbrush on the bedside table, Leisel began methodically pulling it through her lengthy locks and looked slowly around the room. There were no signs of packing. "What have you been doing this whole time?" she asked suddenly. She had taken a quick shower but not that quick of a shower. Her brother had been up to something and she could sense it. She turned to stare at him, awaiting a response, as she continued to gently tease the snarls out of her hair.
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