74 Godiva Street, Saturday Afternoon
"Ugh."
Tamsin hadn't used her powers in years. At this stage in her life cycle, they chopped months off of the few years she had left until she had to go do the whole kid thing all over again. Not a lot of fun.
But when the burly brainless morons showed up and started picking a fight, she'd been driven into a corner. One bout of doubt, coming up, no trouble getting out of it after that, but...
"Ugh," she repeated, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She reached up and touched her hair gingerly. Not that it mattered; that clump of strands was coming loose whether she liked it or not. The blonde lock clung to her fingers as she brushed across her head, checking to see if anything else was trying to make a run for it.
No, just this. Too much of it. She'd have to be creative to cover up the gap.
She had to wriggle her fingers to get rid of the hair. The lock tumbled down into the trash, draped right over an old bottle of shampoo and an empty pack of tampons. "I hate this phase," Tamsin muttered, glancing over her worried expression in the mirror. "Stupid invasion."
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Tamsin hadn't used her powers in years. At this stage in her life cycle, they chopped months off of the few years she had left until she had to go do the whole kid thing all over again. Not a lot of fun.
But when the burly brainless morons showed up and started picking a fight, she'd been driven into a corner. One bout of doubt, coming up, no trouble getting out of it after that, but...
"Ugh," she repeated, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She reached up and touched her hair gingerly. Not that it mattered; that clump of strands was coming loose whether she liked it or not. The blonde lock clung to her fingers as she brushed across her head, checking to see if anything else was trying to make a run for it.
No, just this. Too much of it. She'd have to be creative to cover up the gap.
She had to wriggle her fingers to get rid of the hair. The lock tumbled down into the trash, draped right over an old bottle of shampoo and an empty pack of tampons. "I hate this phase," Tamsin muttered, glancing over her worried expression in the mirror. "Stupid invasion."
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