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IYNK - SHECKLE
Sheckle pushed her fingers into her hair, grabbing the strands by the roots and tugging them slightly, an irritated expression on her face. "Grrrr." She was completely lost on what to do. "Whatever..." She crawled underneath the bed that Chain was on and pulled out a suitcase, something she had gotten when she left the island to live amongst the humans. She filled it up with stuff for when she came back. Opening it, she pulled out a ribbon, some clothes, and a towel. I need a shower....and to get away from him...without actually leaving.... Sheckle walked into the bathroom (4got 2 mention they have bathrooms) and locked the door behind her, stepping into the shower. Once she was done, she wrapped herself in the towel and examined her hair in the mirror. It was skinny, the curls twisted in strange ways. They had coiled around her ears and slithered onto her face so elegantly that it seemed to fade in with her non visible veins. They even seemed to be twisted around something in the open air as they bounced so stiffly in place with their graceful movements. But for some weird reason, Sheckle liked her hair like that. It was why she never went in a rush to dry it. Pulling away from the mirror, she placed a cozy, white long sleeve dress outlined in pink laces that reached her knees, along with some long socks that could be mistaken for stockings. Now walking out of the bathroom, Sheckle tied her hair into a bun with the ribbon, but the wet curls seemed to squiggle their way out. It's not like she cared anyway. Looking towards Chain, she sighed and pulled out a sweet bun in its individual packaging, dangling it above his face. "Hey you..." She turned her head to the side, slightly blushing. She wanted him to stay, but she didn't want him to think that she'd be his slave and give him whatever he wanted.
Sheckle pushed her fingers into her hair, grabbing the strands by the roots and tugging them slightly, an irritated expression on her face. "Grrrr." She was completely lost on what to do. "Whatever..." She crawled underneath the bed that Chain was on and pulled out a suitcase, something she had gotten when she left the island to live amongst the humans. She filled it up with stuff for when she came back. Opening it, she pulled out a ribbon, some clothes, and a towel. I need a shower....and to get away from him...without actually leaving.... Sheckle walked into the bathroom (4got 2 mention they have bathrooms) and locked the door behind her, stepping into the shower. Once she was done, she wrapped herself in the towel and examined her hair in the mirror. It was skinny, the curls twisted in strange ways. They had coiled around her ears and slithered onto her face so elegantly that it seemed to fade in with her non visible veins. They even seemed to be twisted around something in the open air as they bounced so stiffly in place with their graceful movements. But for some weird reason, Sheckle liked her hair like that. It was why she never went in a rush to dry it. Pulling away from the mirror, she placed a cozy, white long sleeve dress outlined in pink laces that reached her knees, along with some long socks that could be mistaken for stockings. Now walking out of the bathroom, Sheckle tied her hair into a bun with the ribbon, but the wet curls seemed to squiggle their way out. It's not like she cared anyway. Looking towards Chain, she sighed and pulled out a sweet bun in its individual packaging, dangling it above his face. "Hey you..." She turned her head to the side, slightly blushing. She wanted him to stay, but she didn't want him to think that she'd be his slave and give him whatever he wanted.
Chain tightened his closed eyelids and inhaled, smelling something unbelievably sweet hurtling above him. 