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Random texts.
[ text ]: I'm drunk on lemonade.
[ text ]: A book told me to bathe in milk. I have regrets.
[ text ]: Help. I'm stuck in [insert name here]'s house and they won't let me leave.
[ text ]: Last night, I used 7 champagne glasses to empty an orange juice carton and drank none of them.
[ text ]: I accidentally sexted my mom.
[ text ]: Why is my TV in the back hard.
[ text ]: I can't find my phone.
[ text ]: Sorry about calling you for pizza last night. I got you and the delivery number mixed up.
[ text ]: I got prank called that my cat was in the freezer but I don't have a cat and I'm scared.
[ text ]: Don't be alarmed. There's a pretty angry cat in your apartment.
[ text ]: I don't know who you are but I want pizza.
[ text ]: Do you have my dog?
[ text ]: A Disney princess dress arrived today. When did I order it?
[ text ]: All I have in my fridge is eggs.
[ text ]: THERE IS A STRANGER IN MY HOME and xhe is politely asking for beer.
[ text ]: All my underwear is gone.
[ text ]: I just got mistaken for a porn star.
[ text ]: Who's house am I in?
[ text ]: I've been waiting for three hours and you're still in the bathroom.
[ text ]: I have a collection of stolen doorknobs.
[ text ]: Police just asked me where you are. You should hide.
[ text ]: I think you underestimated the power of vodka. You told me that rainbows were a conspiracy.
[ text ]: I wish I was a unicorn sometimes.
[ text ]: The sky was green for like a second. fite me.
[ text ]: You were so drunk last night that you hit on your reflection.
[ text ]: I think we need to talk about last night.
[ text ]: Pack your bags. Surprise road trip.
[ text ]: Remind me to never drink again.
[ text ]: Someone stole my table and only my table.
[ text ]: There's a huge ass hole in my couch. It's bigger than my butt.
[ text ]: All my pasta is gone and I can't find it.
[ text ]: When will my dignity return from war.
[ text ]: Apparently 'mmm watcha say' isn't funny anymore.
[ text ]: In not brubk yuu ate.
[ text ]: sleap wwat evn os sleeo
[ text ]: auto cucumber is bae
@therealjacksepticeye I made you some fan art I hope you like it :3. It’s made of all sorts of green crayon/chalks coated with black paint in which I engraved the picture. I’m not really good at drawing realistically yet but this came out pretty well I think.
We love Steve
So Cial by Levi Robinheart [lyrics]
If I were you I'd think my face is a pie Maybe it's the makeup Or the way that you die When I dance on the ceiling It makes me alive But if I were in focus I think you would fly Fly, fly, fly, bye
I've metal-bonded my tent To the clothes that I wear I don't think that it matters I don't think that you care I came to the circus 'Cause the people are here And they don't want my tears
[CHORUS So cial, so So see-ah the show So cial So come see-ah the show I'm so cial, so So see-ah the show I'm so cial So come see-ah the show ]
(yeh)
I poked your eyes in the summer You can burn me today Think that I see it comin' I'll hand you the flame "There's plenty o' room here" You gave me a smile But I'm afraid if I sit My bones'll turn to a pile A high and mighty pile
I'm so scared if I miss you That I'll miss you some more Think if I'm bein' honest That I'm bein' a bore You said you want Good vibes only today So I'll throw me away
[CHORUS]
A banquet in the evenin' I'll be there tonight Lately I'm your puppet And you're my pride Think if I share my soul I'll get a laugh outta you So I'll lie and say That's what I intended to do
'Cause no one believes me Don't think that I'm real Where do the jokes end And where is the peel The gag in my mouth, dear It sings me a song But it can't hold for long
[CHORUS x2]
Come see-ah the show Come see-ah the show Come see-ah the show Come see-ah the show
Very informative
The Do’s & Don'ts of interacting w/ content creators, & other people you don’t know well mutually I slapped together for Twitter.
This ended up being more Don'ts than Dos but I feel like people need more help learning what NOT to say once they stray away from simple compliments and questions.
I kinda find it hard nowadays to get too invested in any media like comics, shows, movies, or games.
Like there are people talking about media in a multitude of ways, mostly hate due to being the louder part, and there are a few that are actually just joining fandom without prior knowledge, like there was a guy on twitter who just got into jojo, which is incredible with how often it’s referenced.
But with all the discussions, spoilers, and videos and threads about topics, I can’t get the same sort of excitement unless I get into a old, untouched by many media, or one that just released.
I know that the easiest solution is “get off social media”, but I’m just stuck because it’s kinda like an addiction, I can put it down, but not too long, and something in my head just says “keep it on you at all times” like watch a vid when eating, play music or a show you won’t watch for background noise, look at memes to feel emotions that isn’t stress, actually finish work on the computer. I’m too mentally reliant on media to just walk away and even if I’m not looking for spoilers, I’ll find it anyways.
In the end, I’m not going to be like other fans, like I can join in on discussions or share ideas, but I won’t feel the surprises or emotions others will.
This is probably a me problem, but I need to do this to get this outta my head. I find things leaving my head if I draw/write them into something else.
If anyone sees this, have a good day.
Trick-or-treat ^v^
Here’s Gogmagog.
A giant in English folklore who roamed in times England was referred as Albion.
He along with 20 something other giants were one of the last on the isle until Brutus of Troy and his Trojans arrived from exile and slayed them and Corineus threw him over a cliff.
Trick or treat!
Wasn’t expecting one so soon, here’s a big plate of spicy Mapo tofu with rice.
bcekhywn:
“você me odeia?” o bico que fez não passava de nada além de birra. tinha alguma vez dado razão pra a irmã desconfiar? se sim, aquilo era passado “que bicho você acha que eu conseguiria pegar? eu tô tentando ser legal.”
Eu jamais seria capaz de odiar uma criatura tão fofinha assim - levou a mão no rosto e apertou as bochechas do mais novo, ela só estava brincando com ele e levantou os braços se rendendo - Ok ok senhor, o que você tem pra mim? - falou levando a mão aberta para cima na frente do corpo, fechando os olhos em seguida.
hallerlujah:
Sentou na cadeira mais próxima. Talvez diminuir para metade o número de slides seria melhor. Anotado. Assentiu em concordância anotando as sugestões propostas pela mulher. “Certo, muito profissional. Vou contar toda história dos meus avós e dar uma dramatizada. O que você acha?” Lina respirou fundo levemente frustrada, ainda que Camille tentasse acalmá-la, não era como se Lina fosse uma boa ouvinte nessas situações. “Acho que talvez eu deva desistir disso, acho que meus pais achariam melhor manter da forma que está, talvez conversar com o chef e ver um novo cardápio, fazer um festival. Não sei. Manter algo realmente familiar, como sempre foi e etc.”
Ela ouviu a mulher com calma, sabia que ela não estava ali a muito tempo mas com toda certeza mal não estava indo - Não só muito profissional... Conte como aqui é um marco da cidade, as pessoas tem o restaurante como um ponto de referência, não é todo mundo que consegue isso... E você está fazendo um ótimo trabalho, você só quer continuar investindo, e não está errada, e acho que toda mudança é ótima, contanto que você tenha calma, vá testando novos cardápios, eventos, tudo é possível - Camille comentou, não que tivesse qualquer expertize sobre o assunto, mas trabalhava a anos o suficiente por ali pra saber alguma coisa ou outra, e lidar com o público também ajudava ela a saber sobre os gostos dos mesmos, esperava que as palavras ajudassem a mulher e não lhe deixasse mais confusa.
blcssedcvrsd:
“eu sei, mas é justamente por isso. você não enjoa da comida de lá não?” perguntou enquanto erguia uma sobrancelha. gustavo enjoava facilmente das coisas, especialmente quando se tratava de comida. a pergunta fez com que risse sem muito humor, abrindo a própria garrafa e dando um gole. “eu tenho trabalhado, na maior parte do tempo. estava correndo para entregar uma música recentemente, mas agora já está tudo certo.”
Nope, o menu de lá é perfeito, não tem como eu não ser completamente apaixonada... Não entendo como as pessoas enjoam de algum tipo de comida, i could never - riu dando um longo gole na bebida, observando a fala e como o irmão estava se portando, era o melhor jeito de tirar qualquer informação do rapaz. - Você sabe que muito trabalho sem diversão faz do Gus um bobão né? - comentou sorrindo, trocando Jack pelo nome do irmão. - Mas fico feliz que agora ta tudo certo... Vai conseguir passar natal e ano novo com nós meros mortais ou nem isso?
Les Gentianettes Levantou os braços quando ouviu a acusação da xará, jamais daria o bolo em ninguém, muito menos em Camille, só tinham acontecido algumas coisas chatas que acabaram fazendo com que a morena se atrasasse - Je suis désolé ma petit - fez um bico antes de se sentar na mesa, adorava o café do lugar e talvez era o lugar que mais encontrava Camille fora do Les Gentianettes, então logo que sentou já fez o seu pedido de sempre - Eu acabei ficando presa em casa, tava rolando alguma inspeção e a porcaria do celular não tava dando torre de internet e nem o wi-fi funcionando... Resumindo, not my day. Mas ok, você estava com tanta pressa, aconteceu alguma coisa?
café de la Navigation + ansiosa + café @camillexnotxwriting
Batia as pontas dos dedos sobre a mesa como se sua vida dependesse disso. Estava ansiosa. Desde que Camille dissera que tinha algo para lhe contar, ela estava praticamente hiperventilando. Ok, talvez tivesse a ver, também, com o fato de ter tomado três cafés desde que chegara, afinal, ela havia se adiantado e sua xará, se atrasado. E quanto mais tempo aguardava, mais tempo se irritava, mais tempo ficava ansiosa. Bebeu mais um gole de café enquanto esperava que ela chegasse. Pegou seu celular e enviou pelo menos umas cinco mensagens com muitos pontos de interrogação, questionando onde é que ela estava. Até que finalmente seus olhos chegaram aos da morena "Pelo amor de deus, eu achei que ia levar um bolo!"
hallerlujah:
“E é justamente por isso que o investimento de vocês seria tão importante para nós do Les Gentianettes”
Com a apresentação de cinco minutos finalizada, Lina deu um gole em sua garrafa de água e se voltou com um olhar apreensivo para muse, que naquela altura já possivelmente tinha uma opinião formada sobre o ensaio proposto pela morena. “Foi horrível? Olha, eu entendo se você tá tentando achar as palavras menos ofensivas pra me dar o feedback, mas tudo bem, eu com certeza já ouvi coisa pior. Vai em frente. Ok, ok, eu vou me avaliar.” tomou a frente, não deixando espaço de fala para outra pessoa “Fui horrível, gesticulei demais, gaguejei e olha esses slides, sinceramente ficaram péssimos. Fiz quantos anos de jornalismo pra acabar assim? Eu sou a vergonha da profissão.”
Camille ouviu toda a apresentação e seu lado escritora já sabia quais as coisas que Lina deveria melhorar no seu roteiro, mas ainda tinha que lembrar que não importa o que acontecesse, Lina ainda era a sua chefe e ela não sabia se devia dar a verdadeira opinião, não que fosse ruim, ela com toda certeza conseguiria o investimento com aquela apresentação ou não. - Lina... Calma... Senta - Falou apontando para a cadeira perto dela, Camille era uma mera funcionária, uma garçonete, mas sentia que podia ter esse tipo de intimidade com a mulher - Seu discurso ta ok, não ta ruim, os slides eu só deixaria menos pois eles prendem muito a atenção... Conte a história do restaurante, fale dos números e em como estamos no meio da temporada de inverno e esse lugar tem fila de espera para as pessoas entrarem. Conte a sua história, tudo o que aconteceu até chegar aqui... Não está ruim, só está muito profissional... Coloque uma pitada pessoal, tenho certeza que vão implorar pra te darem dinheiro.
Uma briga de bola de neve? Ah, agora é pra valer! Eu adoro uma boa briga de bola de neve e estou pronta para me divertir. Vamos nos vestir com roupas quentes e sair para aproveitar a neve enquanto da... Ou antes de eu precisar ir trabalhar - Camille comentou rindo para @itsme-brett - Também é uma ótima maneira de se exercitar e se divertir ao ar livre, mesmo se a gente congelar ali fora.
Aqui, você pode usar meu lenço. Eu sei que está frio lá fora e não quero que você fique desconfortável. Eu gosto de poder compartilhar as coisas que tenho com você, especialmente quando posso fazer algo para te ajudar. Não estou com tanto frio agora, então não hesite em usar o lenço. Eu ficarei feliz em vê-lo mais quentinho. - Camille falou enquanto tirava o lenço que usava, poderia não ajudar muito naquele frio que estava fazendo, mas já tinha sugerido para que ele entrasse no restaurante, era o minimo que podia fazer por @weeesley
blcssedcvrsd:
com duas cervejas em mãos, gustavo voltou para se sentar no sofá ao lado de @camillexnotxwriting, deixando uma das cervejas na mesinha de centro do próprio apartamento. aquilo era uma das poucas coisas que sempre teria em sua casa, algumas garrafas de cerveja gelada. e, estranhamente, bolachas recheadas. “desculpa, eu não fiz a compra do mês ainda. mas a gente pode pedir comida, se você quiser.”
Você sabe que eu ainda trabalho em um restaurante né? - perguntou em um tom de humor, enquanto pegava a cerveja na mesinha, olhando em seguida para o irmão mais velho, dando de ombros quanto a comida - Não faço questão de comer, vou acabar me entupindo seja lá qual for o prato do dia hoje, pelo menos com isso não me preocupo.
Mas me fale, como você ta? O que tem feito? Parece que eu não te vejo a séculos, misericordia Gus.
No fucking way? - Camille respondeu como se fosse obvio - Eu não sou doida de te dar essa chance de me assustar colocando algum bicho na minha mão.
“close your eyes and hold out your hands.” escondia as mãos atrás do corpo, suspirou alto, um gesto totalmente exagerado, para, então, adicionar da forma mais carinhosa possível a próxima palavra, tentando fazer com que @camillexnotxwriting fizesse o que pedia. “please?”
they weren't usually the nag, the one to hold anyone accountable, so dewey felt they were due dew a little bit of annoyance. just once. they're rubbing the bridge of their nose, a self soothe picked up from some duck or another along the years, and they take a second before even attempting to answer the stupid question "you know what, i'm all for sexual liberation, obviously, but—" no. nope. he's not gonna do it. he's not gonna let this whole abandonment ruin his day. louie would just have to make it up "just go put some fucking clothes on." keys jingle, being taken from their pocket and held up to louie's eyeline "meet me in the garage, yooouuu owe me a hangout. and an explanation."
louie had only just stepped out of his private bathroom, towel around his hips, when he heard the voice of his older sibling. he sighed deeply to prevent rolling his eyes. he figured this was coming when he bailed on his plans with them, but when he saw- what was her name again- whoever she was, plans simply had to change. his eyebrows shot up, "an intervention?" he couldn't help but laugh in response, "an intervention about what?" he crossed his arms over his bare chest, but listened to his sibling nonetheless. the smile couldn't be wiped from his face, "dew, that's so fucking funny. i don't know how you could expect anything less of scrooge, three might even be a record low for the guy at the rat's,"
they seem to cheer almost instantly, a smile slowly returning to their face as numbers go down, and they're handing over the money without question. normally, dewey wouldn't have cared much. if they hadn't been able to sus out the scam. sometimes that bit of donald shined through— easily irritated, frugal, like they were still living on a boat "guess they're not real." it sounds easy for them to admit, despite their disappointment "my uncle, he's a treasure hunter— well, i guess he was, a few years back. he hates this place. but i figured he was just snobby." a soft snicker, and then a shrug, like what can ya do? "guess i'm not gonna prove him wrong."
"Sweet." Their index finger poked around the register, knocking the price down a few bucks; they didn't usually care how ridiculously priced anything was, but the thing was broken... and for some reason, she felt a little guilty ripping the poor kid off more than they already were by selling them the badly done taxidermy. "Yeah, basically. There is a museum in town. But I don't think they have any..." She eyed the squuck, as they had called it, not too keen to reach out and touch it. "... of these little guys."
📍mcduck residence , duck pod set 𖨆 terence hansen @lcngstcryshcrt
they'd gotten sidetracked a while back, notes completely forgotten on the floor as they rambled on. when they're finally able to focus again, it's on the part of their set that had been painted red, despite them sitting firmly in the blue section of the room "what if we did, like, a dating advice segment? since, you know... valentine's day is coming up?" they step back, frowning as they try to imagine just the three of them doing such a thing before deciding they definitely need more help— ducks weren't particularly known for being romantic "how good are you at relationship advice?"
"huh." a sound of consideration as their finger runs over the (likely fake) fur of a squirrel tail "yeah, i'll buy it, i've gotta show someone." someone being huey, who probably knew a lot more about this due to his scout experience. it wasn't that they thought squucks were real necessarily, but had grown up with enough knowledge about how large and mysterious this world was. not that they could ever get to explore it, but.. "so this is.... what, a fuckin' knick knack shop? i thought it was a museum."
Eyebrows lifted, Wendy slowly sat up, feet removed from the desk and planted on the floor beneath their seat, magazine tossed aside. This kid was way more interesting than fashion advice they'd never follow. "No shit, Sherlock." She couldn't figure out whether to laugh or not, but amusement shone in her eyes. Were they fucking with her? Or did they truly believe squirrel-duck hybrids existed? "As far as I know, we don't have a you break it, you buy it sign around here." All it would take to fix was a little superglue, and if they were honest, they didn't really care how much cash padded Stan's pockets. "Do you actually want the fake... squuck?"
they freeze, still in the middle of trying to put back together the item they had broken "how—" a frustrated groan, and they're taking it into their hands instead "it's fake." they mumble, depositing the squirrel body and duck head, previously only having been connected by superglue, onto the counter as they fish their wallet from the pocket of their jeans "how much for the fake squuck?" the thought that someone could just sell inauthentic things had never occurred to them. their great uncle's home was filled with ancient things he had obtained on treasure hunts, this discovery from the mystery shack was like a betrayal.
LOCATION: the mystery shack FOR: @mcfuckz
Feet propped on the desk, Wendy's eyes flickered from the magazine they were lazily flipping through to the single customer inside the shop, a dude, what are you doing? expression on their face. "I saw that," she stated, staring for all of two more seconds before burying her nose back into the advice column.
dewey is visibly delighted that someone responded, and they're beginning to explain what category the game was currently when they notice the uncomfortable way the other is attempting to write "oh, hey, hand buddies. what happened?" a pleasant smile, an easy shift from the almost manic energy they'd had moments before. yet still, they don't wait for the other to answer, already onto the next thing and offering out their hand that wasn't actively bleeding "y'want me to fill that out for you? i won't steal your identity— and i'm ambidextrous."
The hospital wasn't exactly a foreign place for Ralph ; for someone who had a habit of breaking nearly everything he touched, it wasn't unusual for him to get scratched up in the process. He was stubborn, preferring to take care of it himself when he did get injured, but he could not seem to fish the glass out of the palm of his hand today. Eyes lifting from the paperwork he was filling out, he nodded at the other's comment. "Oh. Nice, yeah, good to know." He tried not to let annoyance seep into his tone, frustrated by how much he was struggling to write with his non-dominate hand. "— I don't know what the question was, though."
"oh, come on. i can't help it that i'm a polymath." they'd heard that word once a few months back, and wouldn't let go of it. as if painting himself as some suffering (from his mansion) academic (avid wheel of fortune fan) would make his obnoxiousness more tolerable "no way it's been only five minutes. i feel like i'm gonna bleed out before we get back there."
dewey's voice landed on toulouse's ear drums like a cloth covered mallet striking a gong , leading him to deepen his slouch as he sank further into the waiting room chair beside him . " mon dieu , " it's grumbled beneath his breath , lifting an arm from where it sat crossed over his chest to pinch the wrinkled skin between furrowed brows .
" five minutes , dewey . we have been waiting for FIVE minutes . five . this has to be a new record for you . "
📍mcduck residence 𖨆 louie @mcbucks
dewey was already on the warpath for dew's younger sibling, that was just made worse by the fact that before dew could reach their door, they were escorting an unfamiliar girl out of the room "who the f— okay, now this is an intervention." they hiss the last part, smiling politely at louie's guest and waving as she leaves, turning to their younger brother with a raised eyebrow. it was huey's job to keep them in line, dew didn't particularly care who lou had over, they weren't much better, but... "i thought we were gonna go to the rat's last night," he spent way too much time at house of mouse, but it was all for nostalgia's sake. he'd thought his siblings were on the same page "you left me alone with uncle scrooge— and he sent back his food three times ! "
📍new hope hospital 𖨆 anyone @evermorehqsstart
"quinoa salad !" they don't realize they're interrupting the silence of the waiting room— well, register that there was silence in the waiting room, until eyes are on them. they're grinning sheepishly, a mask of embarrassment, something more socially acceptable than the shamelessness they usually carry "the, uh, the answer. quinoa salad." they point to where the tv in the corner of the room is playing wheel of fortune with a hand wrapped in a startlingly crimson stained white towel. tiger accident. happens everyday.
If there was a more perfect person for Suraj to meet and pull out this side of them, she didn't know who that would be. She wasn't perfect by any means and she had done plenty of horrible things with the stroke of a few keys, but if you were looking for a good time, she'd give you one. Whether it be dancing or watching movies, she'd welcome in those who are a little bit different and a little bit more understanding. She was selfish and she had no excuse to give, but when she cared, she cared with all of her heart even if she couldn't admit it. Her heart could be set on fire with love and admiration of the people here and she couldn't imagine the possibility of herself being happy but she was the first to admit she was a lonely soul but the last to admit she was one who needed a hand to hold... truth was, she needed help but she couldn't imagine who she'd be if she were happy. Finding Arissa Hatzi? She needed a night like this, talking to and having fun with a kind soul.
"There it is!" Arie cheered, not with malice but pure excitement that they were dancing after all. "All in the hips, baby. Gimmie some, gimmie what you got." Whatever the song was, some form of grungy pop or some cover, it didn't matter when they were having fun. Even Lacey, someone she had also met by chance, danced with them. "You got this Suraj!"
Suraj smiled. They didn’t feel that important in the diner, but anyone who attempted to make another person feel better about themselves, was great in their eyes, and they tried really hard not to fight it. Though within the diner environment, they did their best because they feared the day they would be out of a job, and needed to find something else. After all, they had a working visa now. They nodded. “Far better circumstances, yes,” they agreed, though they didn’t elaborate. They felt more like a dormouse at work, and here at least… there was some confidence, some comfort. They felt less judged, less pulled down.
Find their moves. Suraj wasn’t about to break down in the one dance routine they’d studied and remembered from one of their all-time favourite bollywood movies. It wasn’t a thing they were ever ready to share with anyone, but the way Arie pulled them along felt thrilling enough that the confidence wave continued. They felt less aware of everyone around them, less worried about their own decisions, moves, facial expressions. They laughed when Arie started dancing with a stranger by the name of Lacey, and joined them, trying to copy the movement, taking it a step further because they felt like Arie wouldn’t judge them for it.
She was, important to her, yes, but not in the sense that the other might realize. It was drilled into her head, more less violently, that she should avoid the past. It would help diminish any hope that those who loved her mirrored appearance and not just that, but any questions of memories that may or may not of been her own. "You are," Arie mumbled, eyes flickering to look anywhere else than the woman who looked at her as if she held the key for not world peace, but a peace of mind for the woman herself. WHY HAD THEY SENT HER HERE OF ALL PLACES? The only answer that registered in her mind was unfathomable. It only followed with another that seemed less but still concerning never the less. Destroy the part of her that wasn't her, or destroy the part that was. She was able to adapt easily; she could very well become Aretha Hatzi. Was that the goal? Or the opposite... Her head swam.
Her fingers itched to type. Her legs shook with the need to flee. "Before then... All I could remember was Arie," But Aretha, it seemed, came later. "Sometimes, I think, I saw you when I dreamt but I never knew what it meant." It came out choked and true, even if she only learned later on. This was her other half, whether she willingly stole it or not. "I'm sorry I didn't remember completely."
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck ! They were going to blame this on her if it weren't some fucked up way of telling her what she wouldn't admit. There wasn't some small possibility in the void of existence that told her this was a good thing, much less unplanned thing. "I'm not much of a joker these days," came in a serious voice, which is more or less of a lie. There were only some she was close to in a town like this, listed under her broadcast engineering job as Aretha ... something. Hatzi would've been too on the nose. It didn't matter. They weren't names she grew attached to much less cared for. Hashtag, although given by the Dead Idol, was her chosen nickname. In some ways, it was a safety blanket at the end of the day. She liked Rita though, given to her by her boss. Meow, by Ziggy, that sounded peculiarly like MOM. "You know my name." Her voice is soft. Distant almost. As if she's searching memories, no matter how pretensive it was. "You're ---... You're important to me, right?" Or rather were, once upon a time, as if she hadn't suddenly thought to pretend I DON'T REMEMBER YOU. What else could she do?
"Did we know each other before the Daniels adopted me?" Random name, but hey, she couldn't very well call herself Aretha Hatzi. Someone might notice and not keep the assumption that the woman wasn't missing or declared dead after being missing for so long. "Or the Scaredy Cat? It was probably the Scaredy Cat."
It's always a debate in her mind; just how much would she give the residents of any place she settles, even just for a day or a few months, the truth of herself. In this moment, however, it was a side of truth. No, she wouldn't rat the woman out. In fact, she found a sort of adrenaline in the woman's action. "I haven't decided yet actually. There's a pretty sick green and blue one I've had my eye on for a while but I'm also thinking three shades of purple that just came in. In again, I'll probably end up getting them both." She was, after all, a sucker for wigs. In fact, reds were typically used AS Hashtag. A mask on top of the mask safely tucked away in a place no one would find. "I think fun and shiny but I'm not above a full face of makeup. Oh here, look." she says, pulling out her phone to look up the wigs she had been looking at.
Frozen in place while the other looked over the display, brown eyes wide as Ava waited for some indication of whether or not Arie would sell her out for what she'd seen, the hairdresser realized that she vaguely recognized the woman as one of her neighbors. They'd only crossed paths a few times, as was bound to happen living in such close quarters in her already miniscule hometown, but she really didn't know much about Aretha personally. So when she took on a chipper tone, making it clear that she didn't intend to snitch, Ava's lungs deflated with relief, returning Arie's smile with one of her own. "Well, what does your new wig look like? It's kind of my area of expertise, so I can help you find just the right thing to make the whole look pop," the brunette boasted, flipping her own raven locks back with a flick of her free hand. Hoping that her offer to help could serve as a token of her gratitude for her silence, Ava turned her attention to the palettes of eyeshadows across the aisle, the tube of stolen lipstick still burning a hole in her pocket. "So, are you just looking for something fun and shiny for your eyes and lips, or did you want a full face worth of new makeup?"
