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Post by Cal on Nov 6, 2008 22:59:57 GMT -5
*Cal swept into her room, waiting for Marishka to come in. It smelled of lemons and clean sheets and something decidedly... Cal. Nail polish was on her washstand, as were sleepover items like gossip magazines and hairbrushes.*
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Post by Marishka on Nov 6, 2008 23:03:16 GMT -5
*Marishka entered the room, already in a long, frilly nightgown that she'd forgotten to pack when she'd moved out of the castle. she glanced around the room, smiling.*
"You come prepared, then, hm?"
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Post by Cal on Nov 6, 2008 23:05:59 GMT -5
*Cal nodded.* "Always prepared for a sleepover. Actually just a second, have to change into a nightgown."
*She moved behind her screen, silhouetted against the silk, and started to peel off her layers of clothing, eventually putting on a skimpy, thin nightgown that showed off her more natural shape to great success. Cleavage included.*
"God, that feels so much better." *She fairly bounced over to the bed, smiling.*
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Post by Marishka on Nov 7, 2008 6:42:37 GMT -5
*Marishka wondered if Cal was aware of enticing and attractive she looked, but quickly buried the thought. All she wanted was a friend, someone to hang out with, and here she was eyeing her like some king of sex-crazed boy. Instead, she gave a snort of laughter.*
"Are you going to be warm enough in that," *she asked skeptically, half teasing.*
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Post by Cal on Nov 7, 2008 9:57:48 GMT -5
"You forget that I'm a vampire." *Cal teased, sitting down on the bed.* "You know, that whole bit where I can't get cold 'cause I have no body temperature? Well I mean I do, but it doesn't much matter. Now, what color do you want?"
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Post by Marishka on Nov 7, 2008 10:01:18 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes and sat crosslegged on the bed across from Cal.*
"Hmm. D'you have purple?"
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Post by Cal on Nov 7, 2008 10:01:54 GMT -5
*Cal grinned.* "Bright purple, light purple, or dark purple?"
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Post by Marishka on Nov 7, 2008 10:04:33 GMT -5
"The brighter the better, of course."
*She offered one small hand, the nails neat, longish and well looked after.*
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Post by Cal on Nov 7, 2008 10:09:08 GMT -5
((Oh thank God no Tanznails.))
*Cal's own nails were short, though not stubby, and her hands were soft but clearly ones which had worked when she was a human. She rested Marishka's hand on her knee, leaning to get the polish. After taking Marishka's hand, she began deftly painting the nails with quick little movements and sticking her pink tongue out of the corner of her mouth in concentration.*
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Post by Marishka on Nov 7, 2008 10:11:43 GMT -5
((Um no eew. Rishka likes being pretty thanks))
"You're better at that than me- I'm going to get the stuff all over your hands, just watch."
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Post by Cal on Nov 7, 2008 10:13:04 GMT -5
*Cal laughed.* "I've had a lot of practice. You should try it in a moving caravan."
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Post by Marishka on Nov 7, 2008 10:15:03 GMT -5
"I think not."
*She offered her other hand when Cal had finished, and blew on her nails and waved her hand around to dry the polish.*
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Post by Cal on Nov 7, 2008 10:17:54 GMT -5
*Again deftly painting the nails, she finished off the hand in a few seconds.* "Want a top coat to make it stay longer? I probably should have done a bottom coat, but whatever.*
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Post by Marishka on Nov 7, 2008 10:18:58 GMT -5
"Wow, you take this seriously," *Marishka said, impressed.* "Sure."
((Have to go in a few but will be back at noon. And you should text me.))
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Post by Cal on Nov 7, 2008 10:20:33 GMT -5
*Cal giggled.* "Nah, I just know a lot I guess. There's not much to do on long road trips except read gossip magazines."
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