302, Monday night
Blair was in her room, sorting through new clothes that had arrived to help her get through the summer season in style. After all, she wanted to look good. Not for anyone in particular certainly not Chuck. Blair just liked looking good. Gorgeous. Desireable.
Foxy, even.
Of course she didn't mean that literally.
Which was too bad because the next time she looked into the mirror a fox looked back.
Blair shrieked.
Or she tried to, much as a fox could shriek.
This wasn't good.
[ooc: establishy]
Foxy, even.
Of course she didn't mean that literally.
Which was too bad because the next time she looked into the mirror a fox looked back.
Blair shrieked.
Or she tried to, much as a fox could shriek.
This wasn't good.
[ooc: establishy]