[ It just slips out, automatically. Noticing the blush in Stancy's cheeks, though, she shuts herself up before she can say anything else about the tiara that honestly looks like a misplaced prop from the set of "Lord of the Rings".
Well, you didn't come by - it almost makes her wince. She honestly should have apologized for that already, why the fuck hasn't she? Mom would complain that she's raised Alexa better than that, but they'd both know she hasn't raised Alexa at all, yeah? Expression growing harder, she just stares from the headpiece to the girl who's unwrapped it like it's the fucking crown jewels. In all honesty (and she is always if nothing else perfectly honest), it's so damn fugly, but at the same time there's something about it that attracts her. Like, fucking hell, imagine her sporting such a thing one day at Rosebud? They'd get something else to talk about for once. So, she swallows down her scorn and reaches out to pick it up, balancing the crazy punk tiara on her palm and shoving its ugliness in her own face.
Shit's the right word. ]
This will be a love-hate relationship, you've been warned, but I'll take it along with the rest. [ A brief pause before she adds, her voice softer, not really soft, just softer, okay. ] Thanks for thinking of me. Sorry I've been keeping you waiting.
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[ It just slips out, automatically. Noticing the blush in Stancy's cheeks, though, she shuts herself up before she can say anything else about the tiara that honestly looks like a misplaced prop from the set of "Lord of the Rings".
Well, you didn't come by - it almost makes her wince. She honestly should have apologized for that already, why the fuck hasn't she? Mom would complain that she's raised Alexa better than that, but they'd both know she hasn't raised Alexa at all, yeah? Expression growing harder, she just stares from the headpiece to the girl who's unwrapped it like it's the fucking crown jewels. In all honesty (and she is always if nothing else perfectly honest), it's so damn fugly, but at the same time there's something about it that attracts her. Like, fucking hell, imagine her sporting such a thing one day at Rosebud? They'd get something else to talk about for once. So, she swallows down her scorn and reaches out to pick it up, balancing the crazy punk tiara on her palm and shoving its ugliness in her own face.
Shit's the right word. ]
This will be a love-hate relationship, you've been warned, but I'll take it along with the rest. [ A brief pause before she adds, her voice softer, not really soft, just softer, okay. ] Thanks for thinking of me. Sorry I've been keeping you waiting.