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Since it seems interest in this blog is dwindling, I may or may not delete it. If you’re reeeaaally interested in continuing an rp with me, you could ask for my skype.I don’t mean I’ll always give it to you, but if you want to i’ll think about it.))
Possible Reasons Why I Haven’t Replied To Our Thread Yet
- I’m a lazy motherfucker
- My muse is lost
- Your reply was too good and I have no fucking idea what to do
- Tumblr’s being a douche and I didn’t see you replied
NOT Reasons Why I Haven’t Replied
- I hate you
- I’m ignoring you on purpose
Charlie laughed and grabbed the orange nail polish from beside her friend, examining the color thoughtfully before responding. “Because I was complaining about Autumn being busy and wanting to be girly, and you hate my whiny voice and wanted out of the tech store, so now we’re here and you brought the raddest shade of orange nail polish I’ve ever seen.”
She’d been surprised when Shuri’d actually shown up, to be honest. Her winged friend really wasn’t one for nail polish (or hair brushing), but here she was, hair clipped back to reveal her face for what was the first time in Charlie’s memory, and with a brand new bottle of nail polish the color of her favorite food.
She smiled and shook the bottle before unscrewing it. “Gimme your hand. And hold still, so I don’t fuck it up.”
"Oh yeah, that explains it all. Orange is already the raddest color, no contest." With a smirk, she handed her her hand, her relatively long nails barely ragged. Normally they’d be bitten off, since she didn’t like using clippers and didn’t like them too long. “Might as well use the best color." She wasn’t too good at nail painting, but she could do her best.
"You better not fuck it up," she remarked, snickering. “They’re my perfect nails, after all." She put on a mocking refined tone, just for shits and giggles. “I have an audience with the Queen you know, hmmmm?”
Charlie laughed and said nothing as she began painting Shuri’s thumb, pleasantly surprised at the fact the girl had actually let them grow out. She said nothing though, and moved on to the next finger. “Ah yes, the Queen deserves nothing less than perfection when it comes to bright fucking orange nails.”
Charlie continued her painting, long, practiced strokes. She was forever grateful for the nurses in the hospital for teaching her about the little things in their spare time, because it meant she often got little presents and decent company and more knowledge so she’d feel just a little less out of place.
"Daaaamn straight." Shuri laughed a bit, and the song on Pandora switched. As she watched Charlie, she wondered if she could do as good. Well, as good as she could without practice. It was nice to do something relatively normal with someone for no reason, just fun.
Surprisingly, it was worth the bother of having to go to her place in the middle of the day. Moving her wings a bit, she cracked her neck. “You seem pretty good at this. How often do you paint your nails? I don’t think I ever see them painted.”
Shuri whipped her head around, taking in her surroundings. Where was she? She felt her face, then finding the scar, she ran to a mirror. “What..? Who.. am I?” Much to her dismay and panic, she remembered nothing. Her wings were sticking out straight behind her and they were fluffed out as she ran down the staircase she found, out into the street.
Quite clearly in a panic, the blue haired girl found herself surrounded by people, but a circle was quickly formed around her. She dashed into the alleyway close by, and leaned against the wall after turning a corner. “What the hell, oh god. Oh god oh god oh god what is happening where am I who am I why is this happening to me?” she quickly spoke, barely a pause enough to differentiate words.
Memories (3 is the magic number so that's how many days this will take affect. )
(oh my god anon you are EVIL but i have a feeling its ellie so eheheheh)
Wait what are you talking about?
DON’T TELL ME THAT MEANS
…. Where am I? What..? Who…?
(Three days it is, Anon! This will last until the 23rd.)
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