๏ผ he stops on one of the coupons about painting nails, and then rather bemusedly — ๏ผ
Thank you.
๏ผ he still doesn't... quite understand the why of it all, but he understands the spirit in which it was meant, the care that was put into it. he traces the only slightly imperfect line of a scribble in the coupon's image with a finger, head tilted like a bird. hm. ๏ผ
No questions asked. You rip one out, trade it in, get whatever is printed on it.
I am great at mani-pedis, by the way. Not right now.
ใ she glances down at her nails. a few are chipped. the nail on her left index finger, which she lost along with the tip of that finger in the explosion, is the only entirely lacking in nail polish. small price of having it regrown from scratch.
instinctively, she reaches up to her ear to brush her hair back only to graze her buzzcut. ใ
I need my supplies. You can keep the usual black or maybe get wild with an extremely dark, nearly black red.ใ when you're thinking outside but still pressed right up against the box. ใ
๏ผ somebody missed the absolutely hideous primary-coloured manicure that eleven gave him some months ago now, that he wore dutifully around the ximilia for a handful of days. ๏ผ
You do not generally ask me questions regardless.
๏ผ he supposes he isn't the sort of man easily leant to such a thing. people listen to him, or don't, but few question him. ๏ผ
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I... see.
๏ผ he stops on one of the coupons about painting nails, and then rather bemusedly — ๏ผ
Thank you.
๏ผ he still doesn't... quite understand the why of it all, but he understands the spirit in which it was meant, the care that was put into it. he traces the only slightly imperfect line of a scribble in the coupon's image with a finger, head tilted like a bird. hm. ๏ผ
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gwen wrinkles her nose at him playfully. ใ There's no expiration date so you can trade them in whenever.
ใ and the offer for jamming out to "22" is still there ๐ ใ
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๏ผ whatever? that? is?? ๏ผ
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I am great at mani-pedis, by the way. Not right now.
ใ she glances down at her nails. a few are chipped. the nail on her left index finger, which she lost along with the tip of that finger in the explosion, is the only entirely lacking in nail polish. small price of having it regrown from scratch.
instinctively, she reaches up to her ear to brush her hair back only to graze her buzzcut. ใ
I need my supplies. You can keep the usual black or maybe get wild with an extremely dark, nearly black red.ใ when you're thinking outside but still pressed right up against the box. ใ
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You do not generally ask me questions regardless.
๏ผ he supposes he isn't the sort of man easily leant to such a thing. people listen to him, or don't, but few question him. ๏ผ
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ใ you brought this one on yourself.
thwip! a web-line attaches to the roof. ใ
I'll catch you later.
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okay bye, go save the world spider-woman!! ๏ผ