curfew week 1

[sacredpath]

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[peripheries]

[Drawing on a mirror with some lipstick looking bored out of his skull.]

[sarkazm]

Hey! Cut it out!

[wait is she being a responsible adult for once? hello? wis'adel, anti property damage??]

That's one of the ones I like, use this shit.

[yeah no she's just tossing over a couple bright pink lipsticks. leave her shades alone.]

[peripheries]

No.

I took this one first.

[Shoves the unloved pink away.]

[sarkazm]

You sure that's what you wanna go with?

[someone PLEASE do not let her get in an actual fight with a teen]

[peripheries]

Why do you care so much? There's dozens of colors.

[sarkazm]

And only a few that I like.

[peripheries]

Then you should have taken it first.

Besides, why do you need it? You're not an old hag... yet.

[sarkazm]

[i hate wis'adel because unfortunately, she laughs at that dig.]

Talk about backhanded compliments! Don't worry. I won't be one later, either.

[peripheries]

[No good for her.]

Then surely you can wait to use this.

[sarkazm]

Nah. White hair washes you out, you know? Kinda like yours does.

[peripheries]

Mine is natural.

[So thanks! He looks back at the mirror. He can't really draw and honestly, he's running out of ideas nor does he actually care about what color he's using. Then back to her.]

Here's a deal. I'll give you this. If you show me how to do that.

[Points at nail polish.]

[sarkazm]

I can tell! You could at least do with a little eyeliner.

[girl you can't say shit like this to teens it's bad for them.

she glances between the lipstick and the polish. considers, for a minute.]

Ah, what the hell. We're going to be stuck for a while.

[peripheries]

Oh? Why?

[He's smiling in an annoying way. Like he thinks he won this argument and got the better end of the deal.

He hands over the lipstick and then looks expectantly at her.]

[sarkazm]

They could use better definition.

[she shrugs, tail swishing as she glances over the polishes...]

Mm... this one.

[it's this.]

[peripheries]

It sparkles.

[He's enchanted~]

[sarkazm]

That's probably not even the sparkliest one.

[she uncaps the bottle, waggling the brush at him.]

C'mon. Hand. I'm not doing mine again, I just finished.

[she'll just show him on one of his own nails.]

[spiritbalm]

[ should we have brought crayons for our baby ... ]

[peripheries]

[He's Gen Z where's his iPad.]