[ Stacy moves away from the counter, around Alexa who turns in order to follow the other girl with her gaze, eyes drawn inevitably to the nail art that turns the tips of her fingers into pink and gold points against the coffee cup. Very neat, very attractive, probably not very practical if someone should catch onto the idea of getting fingered by her, but if all else fails, a nail clipper will cost you two Euros, yeah? Why she's even thinking about fingering right now, she isn't sure, but the thought lingers at the back of her mind while she follows Stacy's towards the opposite wall of the store.
Where it abruptly dissipates, because the wall's a show of soft-punk accessories and jewelry, studs, skulls and crucifixes everywhere. The sight makes a small, usually rather dead part of her tingle from joy and she has to consciously fight back a smile. "black-and-blue" the sign says that hangs above the couple of rows of, well, black and blue and in comparison to the rest of the shop, it's a sorry assortment when you think about it. If you really care to, if you can be fucking bothered. If you want to be a party-pooper. Alexa isn't too sure she's in the mood to think anything at all right now, least of all in the mood to poop parties, so there. The fact that Stacy has managed to get anything up on the wall is impressive. It needs to be acknowledged. Voiced.
Eyeing a couple of skull ear studs that she thinks Timm would like, she nods in appreciation and says, without turning her attention back on the girl with the manicure and the pleasant air about her: ]
It's a good selection of stuff, if you're not into the kittens and the pastels. You picked it yourself?
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Where it abruptly dissipates, because the wall's a show of soft-punk accessories and jewelry, studs, skulls and crucifixes everywhere. The sight makes a small, usually rather dead part of her tingle from joy and she has to consciously fight back a smile. "black-and-blue" the sign says that hangs above the couple of rows of, well, black and blue and in comparison to the rest of the shop, it's a sorry assortment when you think about it. If you really care to, if you can be fucking bothered. If you want to be a party-pooper. Alexa isn't too sure she's in the mood to think anything at all right now, least of all in the mood to poop parties, so there. The fact that Stacy has managed to get anything up on the wall is impressive. It needs to be acknowledged. Voiced.
Eyeing a couple of skull ear studs that she thinks Timm would like, she nods in appreciation and says, without turning her attention back on the girl with the manicure and the pleasant air about her: ]
It's a good selection of stuff, if you're not into the kittens and the pastels. You picked it yourself?