This was most peculiar.
Chekov was immensely confused, when had she pinned her hair up and why there there curls left free of the pins? She certainly hadn’t been wearing
this either. Pasha’s fingers ran over the silky material of the black dress she was wearing as she glanced around the place she’d found herself in. It was a beautiful ballroom,
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On the floor as close as they were, it was easy to notice the change in the convict's appearance. It was something that had become more and more regular as of late, if one didn't know better, they may have suspected that the girl had begun doing it to herself. That was ludicrous though. She hated these sorts of frilly things, didn't she? Still, it was unmistakeable. Made up as she was, her wavy hair brushed to some semblance of health was fanned out on the floor beneath them. The green dress that sheathed her was nothing if not complementary. No, it was quite unmistakeable that Pasha was a pretty young girl.
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She blinked then. Trying to figure out why Kyra looked different, she peered closely at the other girl's face, actually leaning in closer to her face as if to kiss her but her eyes roamed all over the convict's face instead. "You look different. Not bad different though. Good different." For a girl genius, Pasha could be incredibly stupid sometimes. A few more of Pasha's curls had sprung out from their pins, tumbling down and brushing against Kyra's face as the young woman frowned lightly, trying to figure out why she looked so different.
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When Pasha leaned close like that, she kept still, grey eyes watching the girl intently. At her words though, it was all the convict could do to keep from sighing. Just like Pasha. "S'just makeup, don't make a thing out of it," she mumbled. Pasha could be very, very stupid sometimes. Kyra wasn't quite sure why she could handle it so well, but she didn't question the fact too much. Unwinding an arm from around the girl, she brushed the stray strand of hair back, running her fingers gently through Pasha's curls.
"So are we staying down here all night, or what?"
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She lent down again, in a finer fettle due to whatever she had been drinking earlier and more then a little bit flirty, which normally ended in no good. Pasha curled her finger around a strand of Kyra's hair, tugging on it gently before deliberately whispering against her ear to gain a reaction from her. She hadn't been nicknamed Ensign Lolita on her ship for no good reason. "Well I do not know about you but I am wery comfortable actually." Pasha noted with a cheeky grin before pushing herself up and off the other woman, offering a hand to help her upright.
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