"Right??? Oh, the chopsticks are a great idea," she says, although truth be told, she doesn't mind licking the salt off her fingers. A pair appears for her and she mimics his actions, grinning as the salty greasy goodness explodes on her tongue.
Those sneakers are an excellent idea, too, she thinks, and tries to remember where a pair might be in her room.
"Ready? Let's go!"
He can get through the painting on his own now, thanks to Tom, but she loops her arm amiably through his when it's time to go through the painting to her childhood room. It's bright room of yellow and purple and white with accents of glitter. So much glitter. Her childhood toys, books, and practice weapons live on the shelves now instead of the floor, and the walls are covered with cute Wizard rock boys striking stylish poses on posters, artwork Ingress made over the years, and random pretty things that she liked and wanted to display.
She points to the lavender privacy screen (painted with a glittery rendition of a unicorn, of course) in one corner of the room.
"You can change there, unless you want more privacy?"
She heads for her overstuffed wardrobe, picking up the blue feather boa that trails onto the floor with great fondness before opening the doors.
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Date: 2020-10-02 07:40 pm (UTC)Those sneakers are an excellent idea, too, she thinks, and tries to remember where a pair might be in her room.
"Ready? Let's go!"
He can get through the painting on his own now, thanks to Tom, but she loops her arm amiably through his when it's time to go through the painting to her childhood room. It's bright room of yellow and purple and white with accents of glitter. So much glitter. Her childhood toys, books, and practice weapons live on the shelves now instead of the floor, and the walls are covered with cute Wizard rock boys striking stylish poses on posters, artwork Ingress made over the years, and random pretty things that she liked and wanted to display.
She points to the lavender privacy screen (painted with a glittery rendition of a unicorn, of course) in one corner of the room.
"You can change there, unless you want more privacy?"
She heads for her overstuffed wardrobe, picking up the blue feather boa that trails onto the floor with great fondness before opening the doors.