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Friendly Conversationalist
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 Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 7:12 pm
Tsetsiliya let her hair down underneath the faucet, combing her fingers through the strands as the water flowed. She could feel Ame's claws on her back as the bird remained perched, seemingly enjoying the spray from the stream of water. Once she was satisfied, she groped blindly for a towel with long fingers and pulled one free from the stack. It was quickly wrapped around her hair as she worked the extra water loose, and soon she was upright again and heading back over to sit across from Carthusia. The girl's generous offer was very kind, but Tsetsiliya had been the one to run into her, so.. shouldn't it be her that does it first, rather than Carry?
Regardless, she blushed to the roots at the demoness' offer and merely nodded.
"T-thank you," she replied, shyly offering her brush. The towel came off, and she dried what water she could free before turning around. But soon enough she was glancing over her shoulder again. "O-oh! Are you wanting me to be putting your hair in any kind of style? For when I am brushing, of course." She offered a timid smile at the girl, appraising her friend's locks. A braid would look lovely on her, and it is so easy to sleep in!
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:32 pm
Amethyst trilled with glee and ruffled her feathers, watching and mimicking Tset's lithe movements. The demon looked like marble or porcelain and Amethyst chirped her ideas about all this - about how a doll could grow hair and how she could even wash it, how unusual! And how did she eat, if she ate at all? Bizarre, bizarre! Chirp chirp chirp chirp! Carthusia was standing at the mirror with a bit of a shocked look on her face. Usually it was Carry's goal to have people do things for her, but it was awfully... weird... when it actually happened. She felt embarrassed!
"Oh Tset, you don't have to do that. You're nice enough already, you hear? I'd feel... bad, you know? I have so much hair and you helped me wash it and everything..."
Oh boy. She tapped her fingers together.
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:24 pm
Again, Tsetsiliya smiled at the pride demoness. Her protests were definitely unexpected, and if anything that made the poludnica warm to her even more. With the towel secured temporarily around her own hair, she moved over towards Carthusia and reached for the brush on the nearby table. She gave Ame a smile as well before stationing herself behind the demoness' chair.
"It is not being a problem!" She held the brush in two hands at the moment. "We are helping each other anyway by doing this, I am thinking. I also have the long hair, so I am knowing very well." Freeing up one hand, she tugged the towel free, and her slightly dampened locks flopped against the back of her nightdress, the ends tickling her calves. "So it is not being a problem at all."
Even so, she hesitated for a moment, waiting for Carthusia's go ahead before she actually began brushing.
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