[ For a second, she's confused by how the other girl suddenly leans closer, across the counter. Her breath catches in her throat, when Alexa's long fingers lock around her arm near the wrist. The next many seconds, the only sounds between them (and around them, really, it's got to be the same everywhere in the world) narrow down to the wet sound of the pen, running circles and lines across her skin and their breathing, her own quickening. She stares at the numbers without really seeing them, realising that she's... drawn her number on her. Like, just. Bam.
She can't look up. Her cheeks are reddening to the point where she's got to be as red as anything, as the small heart pendant down on the wall, hanging so precariously close to the dagger. Its natural counter-part. God, this is crazy. Crazy shit, she'd say, and though her Mum would disapprove of her language, she's certain that Alexa wouldn't, that it might just be how she'd put it, too.
The thought gives her enough strength to look up, finally. Meeting Alexa's eyes, an odd expression on her face, like she's going James Dean on her if James Dean found himself surrounded by Martians. Cool fish. Cool fish but out of water in a way, somehow.
It's pretty cute. ]
I'm more the type for random texts, like, this is my nail polish right now, or this funny animal ate my breakfast? [ She tucks her arm out of the way, wanting to simultaneously hide it behind her back and stare at it for hours. ] But I'll try.
[ It's time to go, Alexa can tell, it's really time to go and with some effort, she manages to grab the bag that Stacy has loaded with gifts (as well as her number on fucking nail polish-decked paper) and step away from the counter, turning halfway to the side, making it obvious that she's heading onwards. Out. The street is calling or some shit... She feels like she needs the biggest fucking coffee they can give her at Starbucks. She feels simultaneously like crap and thin air. Without being religious or anything, Heaven's still a close call here, there's a straight line to Hell from that place, yeah? ]
Take care, Stacy.
[ It's said in a loud voice over one shoulder while she flees the mostly pink-pastel-paradise of this damn Glitter store. Stacy's name is light and bubbly on her tongue, a bit like the girl herself and there's a moment where Alexa wonders what she'll taste like, beyond the usual, the ordinary. There's always a certain degree of personality in a girl's taste, her scent, how she feels beneath your fingers.
For now, she's seen enough uniqueness in person to last her a good while, so the question can remain where it is, at the back of her mind, unanswered and uncared for. Alexa exits the shop with a deliberately nonchalant wave and without looking back. It's started raining, a lukewarm spring rain that doesn't stick.
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She can't look up. Her cheeks are reddening to the point where she's got to be as red as anything, as the small heart pendant down on the wall, hanging so precariously close to the dagger. Its natural counter-part. God, this is crazy. Crazy shit, she'd say, and though her Mum would disapprove of her language, she's certain that Alexa wouldn't, that it might just be how she'd put it, too.
The thought gives her enough strength to look up, finally. Meeting Alexa's eyes, an odd expression on her face, like she's going James Dean on her if James Dean found himself surrounded by Martians. Cool fish. Cool fish but out of water in a way, somehow.
It's pretty cute. ]
I'm more the type for random texts, like, this is my nail polish right now, or this funny animal ate my breakfast? [ She tucks her arm out of the way, wanting to simultaneously hide it behind her back and stare at it for hours. ] But I'll try.
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[ It's time to go, Alexa can tell, it's really time to go and with some effort, she manages to grab the bag that Stacy has loaded with gifts (as well as her number on fucking nail polish-decked paper) and step away from the counter, turning halfway to the side, making it obvious that she's heading onwards. Out. The street is calling or some shit... She feels like she needs the biggest fucking coffee they can give her at Starbucks. She feels simultaneously like crap and thin air. Without being religious or anything, Heaven's still a close call here, there's a straight line to Hell from that place, yeah? ]
Take care, Stacy.
[ It's said in a loud voice over one shoulder while she flees the mostly pink-pastel-paradise of this damn Glitter store. Stacy's name is light and bubbly on her tongue, a bit like the girl herself and there's a moment where Alexa wonders what she'll taste like, beyond the usual, the ordinary. There's always a certain degree of personality in a girl's taste, her scent, how she feels beneath your fingers.
For now, she's seen enough uniqueness in person to last her a good while, so the question can remain where it is, at the back of her mind, unanswered and uncared for. Alexa exits the shop with a deliberately nonchalant wave and without looking back. It's started raining, a lukewarm spring rain that doesn't stick.
She's so going to the nearest Starbucks, fuck. ]