[And Johanna hates it, and she knows how much they all hate it, save for a select few freaks. Johanna doesn't go home triumphantly or glittering. She goes home with head defiantly held high and a dead look in her eyes to balance it out.]
I should have. I thought she was going to pass out from the lack of foliage. God forbid I look reasonable. Ever.
[There's a slight pause, followed by a chuckle that almost sounds sincere.]
Your eyelashes? Seriously?
[Johanna reaches out, uninvited, and tries to somewhat delicately run a finger over the very end of the false lashes.] What the hell. Not that I haven't had worse. I had giant feathers last year.
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Date: 2015-01-08 06:10 am (UTC)I should have. I thought she was going to pass out from the lack of foliage. God forbid I look reasonable. Ever.
[There's a slight pause, followed by a chuckle that almost sounds sincere.]
Your eyelashes? Seriously?
[Johanna reaches out, uninvited, and tries to somewhat delicately run a finger over the very end of the false lashes.] What the hell. Not that I haven't had worse. I had giant feathers last year.