Seventy Fourth Growth Spurt: Lost and Drifting
Okay, fine. I dealt with being cursed to talk about home, and all the stuff I miss, and all the people I've not seen in so long, but I'm fine, really. Really.
...Has it been nearly a year already?
Still, why deities, why? What is the point in this colour clash?! I really don't suit blue-purple-whatever No offense Horo but yeah, this looks like a ( Read more... )
Uwahh..... It's really strange....
[Leaning from one side to the other curiously, inspectin' you]
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I know. I really don't get the meaning behind it, but it's like someone's idea of a prank.
[Gives a slightly strain smile as she attempts to cope.]
You're fairing okay I hope A.B.A?
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Uwahh... It's weird, but it's not as bad as it could be, I guess...
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True. I just hope I can keep it the same colour all day, otherwise I'll never be able to find clothes that match.
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[Stares back at the other girl's change, her face turning a more healthy skin-toned color than she usually is and hair fading and settling to a light yellow-ish color as she starts to reach up with a bandaged hand hesitantly, biting her lip as she tries to decide whether she wants to touch Risa's hair or not, what with how it keeps changing.]
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Something wrong A.B.A?
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[Eyes widen in fascination, their bright green a constant; their natural color unaffected. In contrast, her hair turns just a slight bit oranger. Biting a finger on one hand slightly, she reaches the bandaged hand up to Risa's hair, staring at one strand thoughtfully. She's seen a woman who could use her hair as a weapon before, but this was something new. She knew it was the curse but it was still fascinating... You know, when it wasn't on HER head.]
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You know, you could have just asked A.B.A.
[Turning, she pulls the scrunchie out, letting her hair fall down to rest halfway down her back, so her friend can get a better look. Odd, she was so used to it being a good few inches shorter. When was the last time she had a haircut? Ah well...]
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[A.B.A shuffles around behind Risa, leaving the sleeping Paracelsus to remain standing upright, a lighter yellow color than usual but not looking much different. She pulls back the hair after struggling to pick it up just right, her hands not being the most delicate in the universe. She's TRYING to be careful, though, feeling at it and forgetting her personal space issues as she lets her curiosity get the better of her.]
Uwaaah... It's soft...
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Then I guess my conditioner is doing it's job.
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[Tilting her head, her skin a lighter pink but still appearing human, at least; hair a bright orange now. She mutters a little, trying to pull Risa's into something resembling pigtails, thinking about various styles she's seen in the city every now and then.]
So... Like this, sometimes...?
[Talking to herself, really, she holds it up and leans back to look at it, smiling through the dark circles under her eyes at it.]
Ha...
[She's thinking about some of the weirder styles she's seen out there, but isn't sure how people make their hair look that way, like pompadours, afros, and other stranger styles.]
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You having fun back there?
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[Finally seeming satisfied, she sits back, smiling at the little pigtails she'd left Risa's hair in (somehow), sticking out from the sides of her head much like A.B.A's key.]
Ha~...
[Her own hair having taken on a pastel peach color and her skin a pale but appealing skin tone, she awkwardly pulls herself to her feet to hobble over to the other side of her friend.]
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I should thank you, this ia quite a cute style for me.
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Ah, you really like it, then~...?
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Yeah, I do, maybe I can add some clips to make it look nice, even match this hair.
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