[ god right. anyway beau's in here and she's actually playing with glitter, because she fucking loves this stuff.
when she sees ash peek around the door, she just. slaps her hand down into it, and gives him the most menacing look. it might be a familiar look, because she looked very similar when he found her in the hair salon the one time. ]
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when she sees ash peek around the door, she just. slaps her hand down into it, and gives him the most menacing look. it might be a familiar look, because she looked very similar when he found her in the hair salon the one time. ]
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i wish i was joking, he literally immediately turns around and starts to leave. ]
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Stop, stop, come back. I'm not going to get glitter on you.
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You're getting so much on yourself I'm worried about being in the firing line.
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Don't be a wuss.
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Alright, but no glitter bombing the hair. Or I'll make you wash it all out.
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What’re you trying to smother in glitter?
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Is that Cobbler?
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She was teaching me how to draw, before we left. I'm not half fucking bad.
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