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KEN CARSON : this is unlogical and does not make any sense!
dolled gaze flickers back and forth between ken and the smartphone device in her hands. while it was true there were more question marks arising than definitive answer, this device seemed pretty cool. hence why barbie had to show @setkenoff. " i get it, but look! " she exclaims, slender digits clicking on the screen until she finally ended up where she intended. " here! you can see yourself in this! it's like a mirror. that mirrors you! " she's now shoving the smartphone near his face. the app she was trying to show him was a mere camera, which all smartphones were equipped with.
alas, barbie had no prior knowledge to such matters, but she found this aspect too intriguing not to share the news with someone else. there were many things that made no sense out there in the real world — but luckily, some of them she could enjoy nonetheless. barbie shifts her frame close to ken, making a peace sign with her free hand. " smile! " she cheered, ready to press the button to take a picture. who'd knew taking pictures became so easy? not this barbie for sure!
and… snap! she took a picture just by pressing a button. how fascinating is that?! she searches for the funny button entitled gallery and, eventually, shows him the final product. " see! look at us! we're in here now! " index pointed at the screen.
once the spotlights are turned off and the curtain is drawn closed, this barbie tends to stay hidden. of course she couldn't miss this party – it was the biggest event of that day, after all –, but she didn't want to be the center of attention either. hence why she was standing in the corner, leaning on the wall, playing with the liquid in her glass. she didn't taste it, in fact, it was really odd there was actually something in the glass. usually it's nothing.
she's startled by another's presence and she notices the liquid spilled on the floor — for a brief moment, barbie doesn't distinguish whether or not it was hers. chin rose up to look at the person that approached her and she's somewhat relieved it was ken. " hi ken, " she uttered, lips pursed together in a thin line. she was fighting the urge not to smile and, consequently, be rude towards ken since he wasn't exactly himself.
" you have just described more than half of the barbies here… " slender hand reaches for his glass, with the intent to take it from him. " how about this : we go get another drink and then look for your barbie. how that sound? "
there's a dreadful sentiment digging at her chest, with metaphorical claws, that is. she wasn't worried about the speed, about the car, not even about herself. she was worried for him. lips pursed into a thin line, huffing through her nose. an intention arises, to rest her hand on his arm, to reassure him other than with words that it's going to be okay, but she doesn't follow through. instead, she just stares at him with her doe eyed crystal gaze, feeling sorry that she can't actually help him. it takes a while before she exhales all the air that she was holding, as she was trying to find the appropriate words to tell him – spoiler alert, none seemed to be kenough.
" dolls make mistakes too. " she wasn't defending anyone, but it was true, " and they hurt too. from my own experience the crocodile tears were first real tears. we – you are allowed to feel emotions. and i can't provide the answers to all those questions. but i know that it's no fun what you're feeling. " her gaze flickers to the road, it seemed awfully quiet, probably because everyone else was attending the party. " where are we going? because i have an idea that might help. "
She steps in, and he's off in an instant, pressing the gas peddle to the floor. The faster they leave, the better he'll feel, as wind whips through their hair, almost drowning out the music and her inquiry. Hands grip the steering wheel, and he keeps his eyes on the road in front of them, tempted to pretend he didn't hear her - but she's perceptive, and he's a mess, it would be foolish to act like everything's okay.
He turns down the music enough so it doesn't shake the car anymore, but provides enough background noise so it isn't awkward.
"I don't know." He's being truthful, looking anywhere but at her reflection in the mirror, "I thought he loved me. Why the hell was he kissing someone else? Why was he kissing Barbie?"
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" alright, " she doesn't think twice before entering his pink jeep ; it takes her a moment though to realize something was off. and her demeanor switches in an instant. she shifts ever so slightly in her seat, to face @setkenoff – she doesn't understand what's happening, but she wants to help him. or hear him out, whatever it is that he desires. " it's okay, ken. you'll be okay. what are you feeling? "