"That's how they do it right? Those girls from 70 years ago in your dimensions past?" Akimi blowed a kiss with a wink at Kasumeh, in imitation of the women in the photos of the vintage magazine she'd picked up from the market stall. And she looked the part, having started a small collection of vintage wears and antiquities in the short amount of time she'd spent in her real families dimension, today she was sporting a lovely red spotted dress she'd picked up at place she'd been told was called a "thrift shop".
"Such a strange form of greeting, yet so sweet and alluring!" At this, Kasumeh rolled her eyes and with a quiet "tut" she kept walking. Akimi smiled back down at the magazine, paid the stall holder and jogged to catch up to her sister with her purchase clutched tight to her chest, she was brimming with sheer delight.