Room #411, Sunday Evening
Well, it had to happen. Cally was pulling on the gloves and getting ready to do her best to assist in the whole procedure.
Which really, is way overdramatic for simply saying she was going to help Mac dye her streaks a new color.
"So, blue, right?" she said.
[ooc: For the room's occupant.]
Which really, is way overdramatic for simply saying she was going to help Mac dye her streaks a new color.
"So, blue, right?" she said.
[ooc: For the room's occupant.]