at twelfth orb

[justgonnaramble]

{ooc: Set this morning before her chat with Phoebe.}

[there is the sound of a journal opening, and huffing, and labored breaths...as though someone is walking fast. Paige speaks up, and she sounds a little frustrated.]

If anyone has some magical voo-doo shampoo that gets paint out of hair? Please, let me know.

[and if you're lucky you might

Comments

[heliotroping]

Mmm... What kind of paint?

[justgonnaramble]

Oil-based.

[heliotroping]

There's always paint thinner.

[justgonnaramble]

Oh I know. I just wanted to check some options before putting paint thinner in my hair.

[heliotroping]

Hmmm... Usually it'll just wash out right away unless you have it on your scalp.

[justgonnaramble]

I have it...everywhere. And I just feel like complaining about it.

[heliotroping]

I imagine you'd just have to scrub your head really hard then.

[justgonnaramble]

That's the plan, stan.

[heliotroping]

... [yeah, he'll just... shut up now]

[justgonnaramble]

[:| She didn't mean to be a jerk, she's...frustrated.

There's a sigh as she gets closer to the castle]

Thanks. By the way.

[heliotroping]

I... I'm sorry I couldn't be more help.

[justgonnaramble]

It's not your fault. Things like this just...seem to happen.

Brush it off and move on, right?

Or...well....wash it off and move on would be more like it.

[heliotroping]

I guess so.

What... happened if you don't mind me asking?

[justgonnaramble]

Cans. Project. Paige tripping and ruining said project.

[heliotroping]

Oh dear... I've almost had that experience myself before.

[justgonnaramble]

Yeah? I take it you avoided it?