wake me up, I'm about to give it up

[attitude]

People made a big deal out of the clothes box, and Faye couldn't understand why. Or, perhaps that wasn't entirely accurate. That a box could provide an unlimited amount of clothing was certainly interesting, downright near creepy for anyone who hadn't encountered magic before (and Faye was in that number, as weird as that felt to say). But most people didn't bother with that. Most people were taken instead by the sense of humor that the box had, coughing up outfits that were anything but appropriate— some too dowdy, others reminders of pasts that nobody was fully able to escape. The latter bit didn't bother Faye, really. People were like that. People were inconsiderate, selfish, weak, soft, and just about any other insult that she could throw, and they were that on a regular basis, kindness being somewhat of an exception. That the box took after people was strange, but nothing more than that.

Which was what brought her to the laundry room that morning.

Sliding to her knees, Faye tucked her hair behind an ear as she reached in, the tiniest of smirks on her lips before she closed her eyes and pulled the first thing out that she felt. A peek from the corner of her eye told her that it was bright. A searing orange. Opening her eyes all the way, Faye found that what she was holding onto was a pair of shorts. Hot pants.

Basically, an outfit precisely like the one she wore, baring too much (or not enough, to those who thought her a tease), but in a different hue. Faye laughed, holding it up to herself, amazed.

"Guess somebody out there likes me."