Room 512, Tuesday late afternoon/early evening
Momoko had woken extra early this morning, terrified that she'd still be a boy. After finding she was back to her usually cute self, she'd celebrated by actually going out and doing some practicing of the last few moves Azula had taught her.
Actually, that wasn't the celebration part. That she'd done because while she wasn't sure what was keeping her sifu from their training sessions, she was totally going to be prepared when she came back.
The celebration part came afterwards when she'd eaten a huge sugary breakfast and then, after class, gone shopping for pretty hair things and that really cute dress she'd been wanting for simply weeks. (It would be totally awesome for Homecoming!!!!)
And now she was sitting on her bed, hair freshly washed with a new (and expensive!) 'made for red hair' shampoo and 'made for long hair' conditioner and happily picking through a pile of colourful little bobbles and clips and barrettes and pins and bows and things, while wondering if she should curl her hair or not.
Ahhhh, it was good to be a girl again.
[post open, door mostly open.]
Actually, that wasn't the celebration part. That she'd done because while she wasn't sure what was keeping her sifu from their training sessions, she was totally going to be prepared when she came back.
The celebration part came afterwards when she'd eaten a huge sugary breakfast and then, after class, gone shopping for pretty hair things and that really cute dress she'd been wanting for simply weeks. (It would be totally awesome for Homecoming!!!!)
And now she was sitting on her bed, hair freshly washed with a new (and expensive!) 'made for red hair' shampoo and 'made for long hair' conditioner and happily picking through a pile of colourful little bobbles and clips and barrettes and pins and bows and things, while wondering if she should curl her hair or not.
Ahhhh, it was good to be a girl again.
[post open, door mostly open.]