Mmmkay. Fuck that. Not dealing with it.
"You are the only one that I would even trust touching my face. Only because others would purposely try to make me look hideous. I just can’t have that. Now come on girlie, we gotta go get our freak on." She heads towards the bedroom door swaying her hips to a tune she hums out loud. She does this dance all the way to the front door of the apartment.
"Oh trust me doll, I can handle myself. Those self defense classes I took some years ago come in handy." She giggles as she twirls a few times still dancing to the music in her head. "Besides I am usually the one THEY have to worry about. I know the game and play it very well."
"I’m flattered, love. I’m the only one I trust to touch my face too." She snorted, rolling her eyes at the thought of someone else doing her makeup. Those days were over. She had become far too accustomed to her own methods of doing her makeup after graduation, and would only let her best colleagues do her makeup if she had to. "In school, those bitches didn’t have a fucking clue how to decently apply makeup. We would practice on each other and I always left class looking like a damn clown while every girl I worked on got complimented on how pretty she looked. Sometimes I think some of them did it on purpose, but whatever." She shrugged. "I mean, who the hell puts on bright pink eyeshadow and doesn’t properly blend it? Don’t get me started on their color choices."
"Well, I never took any self defense classes, but I can hold my own." A chuckle escaped her lips as she reached out to adjust April’s necklace. You don’t have to tell me, love. I know you know how to play the game~"
Whoops. I made another muse.
I miss my music player, but the other one was too bulky. :c
OOC: Totally thought I replied to the High School one, and I didn’t. Whoops…my bad.
It’s all good. c: