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"And by then she won't have any reason to verbally attack us. Perfect."

2015-10-31 11:08:28

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"Mhmm. See, I can use my brain sometimes."

2015-10-31 11:09:07

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"What a surprise. Now use it to come up with a punishment more creative than this that doesn't make me want to snuggle the victim."

2015-10-31 11:10:40

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"There's always putting something on him that makes him tell the truth and only the truth. Please don't snuggle Haybien, you'll regret it."

2015-10-31 11:12:00

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"If we did that Ivory would be facing several confessions of love and/or sexual attraction a week, and she'd hate us for /that/ instead. I doubt it, he's so tiny."

2015-10-31 11:13:08

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"Hey, she needs it."

2015-10-31 11:13:34

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"She does, but four different boyfriends can't possibly be good for her reputation."

2015-10-31 11:14:10

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"Does she care about her reputation anymore? She's said it herself you know. Multiple times. To three different people."

2015-10-31 11:14:43

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"Well, that's true. At the very least, she'd turn him down, and that would just make the truth thing awkward. ....as if it isn't awkward /already/, but still."

2015-10-31 11:16:00

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"Everyone needs to face rejection every once and a while."

2015-10-31 11:16:46

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"Mm, true, but every single day of his life up to a few weeks ago seems like enough."

2015-10-31 11:17:42

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"Then just...take it off fully? Let him deal with the awkwardness he feels already?"

2015-10-31 11:18:18

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"Give it a bit."

2015-10-31 11:21:06

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"And then?"

2015-10-31 11:21:15

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"Then I'll fix it."

2015-10-31 11:21:55

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"Alright. But if something happens in the process, don't say I didn't warn you."

2015-10-31 11:22:18

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"It will be /fine/."

2015-10-31 11:23:12

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It didn't go away, like I'd bothered getting my hopes up. It turned out that I really /didn't/ have to eat, or sleep, though that was still an option if I closed my eyes for long enough. Not that I wanted to. Nothing would change. Zane lent me a hooded jacket from Cale's closet, probably without him knowing, and I wore it with my gloves and an allergy mask to cover up as best I could. It's spring, it's not exactly abnormal. For good measure, I added a baseball cap. Even though my hair was the only part that still looked relatively /normal/ at this point. All of this was in preparation just for going to the shop to visit Ivory. I don't believe one word of what she said about this passing for 'cosplay', /someone's/ going to question it, and I'd rather it be later than sooner. On the way, the only worried glances I received were from some decent-looking folk who probably thought I was a drug dealer or mugger or something, but I didn't get dragged aside by cops, so I didn't give a shit. I pushed the door open and looked around; it was the middle of the day, so she probably wouldn't be out, but the dark curtains kept the possibility of her being down here helping someone feasible.

2015-11-01 07:21:25

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Jackson and Ivory giggled as they each brushed paint onto the walls on Kinsley's now empty room. As spur of the moment by both of then, and some persuasion on Kinsley's part, they moved all his furniture out of the room and decided to paint a watercolor mountain scene across his room. Ivory's hair was tied up into a messy bun to keep the hair out of her face and paint, but it looked like most of the paint ended up on both her and Jackson due to their shenanigans and swiping the brushes across each other's skin. The door remained wide open, to air out the room and just in case they were needed.

2015-11-01 07:27:13

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Kinsley was....a bit confused, to say the least. They were painting his wall, apparently? They'd seemed /really/ excited about it. It was starting to get kind of messy. He sat crosslegged just inside the door, glancing up periodically from his book to watch them. It would definitely look cool when it was done. He still wasn't sure why they were doing it, though.

......not down here, then. She's probably in her room. I pulled my hands out of my pockets and went upstairs with my shoulders slumped. I noticed one of the other doors open and paused. Whose is that? I peeked around the doorframe. Ivory stood there with an artificial redhead, laughing and covered in paint. ...she looks happy.

He glanced up to see someone in a strange outfit gazing at Ivory. Who was that? He..../sort of/ sensed an angel. "Hello?"

2015-11-01 07:39:57

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Jackson's head perked up once he sensed the other angel. "Is your precious Seccy back home from work yet?"

Ivory kept her eyes glued to the wall. "No he's still at work for- EXCUSE YOU!" His hand was where she was painting, and instead of waiting, she reached over and painted a larger dark blue streak into his hair.

2015-11-01 07:43:21

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Precious Seccy? Sadly, no. I coughed a little. Or...made a coughing noise. Since I don't have lungs.

"I don't think that's Seculus."

2015-11-01 07:49:43

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Jackson pushed back in his rolling chair until he rolled out the door, and studied the wooden figure for a moment before realizing he didn't know this person. "Oh! This is Madison, I think?"

Ivory paused from her painting. "Does he look like he could get away with murder?"

"No."

"It's Madison."

2015-11-01 07:51:55

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I looked away. He was staring at me. This disguise is terrible. "...hi. Wow, thanks, is that a compliment? I seriously can't tell." I tried to take my mind off the fact that I could be seen. There was some other kid, too. He was staring just as much, slowly realizing what I was. Who's he? ....I hate this.

2015-11-01 07:58:17

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He grinned and adjusted his septum piercing, leaving a bit of white paint on it once he removed his hand. "Hi! I'm Jackson. I'd shake your hand but I'm sure you don't want to be painted as well."

2015-11-01 08:01:07