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 Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 2:24 pm
"Hehehe, yeah I guess that'd be easier. My aunt is just kinda wierd that way. But she makes the greatest clothes. One day you should come home with me, like on a holiday! Aunt Ceasera would love to show you some of her magic clothes," she smiled at the girl. She could almost bet her aunt could do some of her magic on Junko's things. Maybe even a self wrapping kimono. Oooo that would be a neat idea!
"Oh sure! That'd be great!" Lilura pushed some stuff off the floor so Junko could have room to move around her. Cloak decided to hang itself on the coat rack while Tartalo settled himself in the corner for a nap. But she was too excited to be ready for a siesta! She knew fittings required some room to move so the person could take measurements. She began to wonder how Junko's hair came to life like that.
"Um, Junko. Can I ask about....Her? Or should I just ask...Her?" she looked to her new friend. Just incase she offended the...thing...she did have some snackies hidden away as well as some homemade stuff sent from home. Perhaps the mouth thing would like them. She stood in the middle of the circle of nonclutter she made.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 5:56 pm
Junko smiled at the offer to meet Lilura's family, giving a little nod. "I would love to meet her!" She chirped, rather excited to meet a unique variety of seamstress. Junko would extend the offer back to Lilura but she didn't think that'd be very enjoyable to her; their family was nothing special, her mother had no magic touch to add to her creations and they usually made their clothes out of necessity because of her cheap money-grubbing father who usually refused to spend a single seed unless he absolutely had to. She didn't want anyone, much less her friends, to see her home life like that. And so she kept quiet about it, not even mentioning an offer. She was smart enough to also not mention it, knowing just how upset Junko would be if She did; it would be the kind of upset that made Her feel...bad. A bad kind of bad.
She watched as Lilura began to clear things to make room, helping as best as she could as her gaze followed the cloak that was moving itself to the coat rack. How interesting! And even Tartalo moved himself! Junko held the wriggling tape in her hands, getting ready to try using it to take Lilura's measurements when she asked her reluctant question. "Hmmm? Oh...uh..." Junko blushed a bit, frowning and turning her eyes toward Her while she stepped up to Lilura. "I...suppose? You can ask both of us. What would you like to know?" What would anyone want to know?
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 5:19 am
Lilura blushed a bit. She hoped she wasn't insulting her new friend but she was a curious child. She stood ready for her measurements, not sure which Junko would like to take first. What should she ask first? Mostly she wondered if the mouth ever physically hurt her, but that seemed far too rude. Maybe she should just stick with the simple questions first.
"Well I guess I wonder when you first got her? Were you born with Her? I hope you don't think I'm too rude for asking!" she held her hands together, hoping to not insult her friend. Did the girl have her since birth like Lilura had Tartalo? Or did it develop like a demon's abilities? Some monsters didn't develop their abilities until later in life. She knew so little about monsters, she really should read up more on them. Thens he wouldn't have to ask such rude questions.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:22 pm
It wasn't that Junko was insulted, just She was a subject Junko preferred to pretend didn't exist if she could help it. They were legitimate questions considering her race's usual origins, however. Junko smiled a little and shook her head at Lilura's worries of her questions being rude, holding out one arm outstretched to her side; Junko was going to multitask. "Hold out your arm like this for me?" She asked first, waiting for Lilura to do that before she continued on, holding the tape out to get the measurement. "Um...this is an arm? That's all I have to tell it, right?" Junko looked to Lilura for her confirmation or correction.
"Sssoooo anyway...um...yes, I was born with Her. Normally a futakuchi-onna starts as a normal human woman who doesn't eat very much." She began, happily distracting herself with getting Lilura's various measurements and teaching the tape as best as she could. "My grandmother wasn't born one, she was turned into a futakuchi-onna, but my mother was born one and I was as well...though it looks stranger when you have no hair yet as a baby, you know?" She chuckled, sighing and shaking her head.
"Junko, you always look weird with or without hair." Junko frowned.
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