[ There's something soft and almost bashful in the way she shines, at the pretty Wanda so readily says. Like it's something she's so longed to hearβ because she has. Creature comforts don't change for her, and compliments, adoration for the physical, is one of them.
It's something she didn't quite know she needed to hear, being so far away from her normal. The thought of it almost throws her for a loop when a very real question is posed: can beauty hold up here? ]
They have to..
[ She needs them to. What will she do when she can't shape her nails? What will she do when her roots grows out? Brown and green just don't mix. Her fingers twitch at the thought, drawing back to her own lap in turn. ]
If we have dumplings we can have nail stuff.. Right?
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It's something she didn't quite know she needed to hear, being so far away from her normal. The thought of it almost throws her for a loop when a very real question is posed: can beauty hold up here? ]
They have to..
[ She needs them to. What will she do when she can't shape her nails? What will she do when her roots grows out? Brown and green just don't mix. Her fingers twitch at the thought, drawing back to her own lap in turn. ]
If we have dumplings we can have nail stuff.. Right?