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[renovateyourass]

[somewhere in camp, there is a very angry someone beating a zombie with a folding chair.

...

it appears to be Marilyn Monroe]

((slowing down for now, will pick up after sleep!))

Comments

[junesdevotee]

[appears at a safe distance!]

Are you playing dress up again?

[renovateyourass]

[stops whacking the zombie on the head that is not something a little girl should watch]

What? N-no, and don't say it like I do it all the time!

[junesdevotee]

You're not? Oh. [appears a little disappointed] But you look so pretty!

[renovateyourass]

...really?

[junesdevotee]

Yep! Prettier than Yousuke and big bro!

[renovateyourass]

Uh...thanks. I guess that's somethin', anyway.

[junesdevotee]

[giggles] You should let me do your make-up next time.

[renovateyourass]

...hopefully it ain't gonna last that long.

[junesdevotee]

What do you mean?

[renovateyourass]

Like I said, I ain't dressin' up. This place made me look like this so hopefully it'll turn me back soon.

[junesdevotee]

Oh, I see. [seems to ponder this for a moment] Is that why you were beating up Mr. Zombie?

[renovateyourass]

Yeah, basically.

[junesdevotee]

Um, well, I hope you change back soon.

[renovateyourass]

Thanks, Nanako-chan.

[junesdevotee]

Don't be too mean to Mr. Zombie! [gives you a quick hug and then runs off]

[renovateyourass]

H-hey, Nanako-chan, wait!