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 Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 6:44 pm
Preparations: C3
Grinning at the other girl, she handed over a half-filled balloon and began some enthusiastic air guitar. "Flew me to places I'd never bee-een! Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground! Oh!"
As usual there was the low, constant urge to smell Peyton's hair and see if she smelled like the cupcake doll America had once treasured years and years ago. But this was one of her jams. It could wait.
Soon.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 6:47 pm
Preparations: C3
Peyton sucked in a little helium from the balloon before continuing. "Trouble! Trouble! Oh!" Already in possession of a high voice, she sounded as if a holding a note for any length of time would result in shattering every window and glass within twenty feet.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 6:56 pm
Preparations: C3
Hearing Peyton's impressively high squeaker voice startled America mid-motion, causing her to stumble and not even try to correct because she was too busy cracking up. A balloon popped loudly overhead, causing her to make a squeaking shriek and start laughing all over again.
"Oh...my...your voice." She gasped, "You turned into like...chipmunk Celine Dion!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 7:06 pm
Preparations: C3
America's laughter only served to have Peyton belting out the lyrics with increased vigor. She even tossed a little body language in there, dancing around before the balloon pop over head startled her into a shriek. "s**t." She giggled, before grinning over at the other girl at the mention of her voice. Obligingly she took another long inhale to renew the effects, then crossed the short distance between them so she could throw an arm around America's waist, pressing into her side as her free hand extended out, gesturing impressively at the room at large. "Once more you open that door! And you're here in my heart, and my heart will go on and on!~" Did someone say Celine Dion?
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 7:17 pm
Preparations: C3
"Never let go, Peyton!" Is what America tried to say, repeatedly. But every time she'd just about caught her breath, the other girl made her lose it again. So she settled for swooning a little and getting close enough to smell Peyton's hair after months of pining to do so.
America liked to think she was subtle about these things. She was not.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 7:33 pm
Preparations: C3
Couldn't be certain, but she though America had just sniffed her hair. But that was entirely too strange. Surely not. Though just in case she had, America would find Peyton's hair did in fact smell fruity. Not specifically strawberries alone, but something sweet none the less.
"I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go." It was an Oscar level performance, to be sure, but by the end of it she was doubled over, laughing as she clung to America's hand.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 7:55 pm
Preparations: C3
While not quite a cupcake, Peyton smelled as good as she looked and America was pleased with the confirmation. After finishing getting her giggle out, she pulled the other girl to the helium tanks and box of deflated balloons and ties, chattering as she went. "I just about died, hope you're happy, terrorizing innocent young girls with the whoops like that. But I forgive you becauase you're pretty and I'm gracious like that."
She flashed a toothy grin and continued brightly, "Now we got dozens of these, but don't worry they're easy-peasy to get filled and this place'll end up looking like the nicest sort of pre-Valentine's lady-date you can get without having a fella pop out of a cake."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 8:02 pm
Peparations: C3
Peyton was laughing herself as she was lead over to the helium tanks, and her voice was still that too-high Celine Dion imitation. "Sorry, my bad. I'll try to tone down the hilarity a touch. Wouldn't want our hostess to die." The compliment was enough to give her cheeks a subtle rosy glow, but she was fairly sure America wasn't hitting on her, which was actually refreshing.
When they reached the balloons she picked one up, stretching it a couple of times before looking for a nozzle on the tank. "It already looks pretty great. I've never been to anything like this." Or a even just a normal slumber party. Ever.
She didn't think bunking with Solomon or Taym counted as a slumber party.
Nope, definitely not.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 8:23 pm
Preparations: C3
America preened, "Damn skippy! This is gonna be the best damn girly-a** slumber party this island's ever seen!" She paused and then had to confess, "I did try to get that Leon fellow for a cake but the price Mark gave was pretty high and it came down to either him or chocolate and a girl's gotta have priorities."
She lifted a large heart-shaped box and waggled it invitingly toward Peyton.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 8:53 pm
Preparations: C3
Peyton tied off the balloon she'd just filled, letting it float up towards the ceiling. The rattled box easily drew her attention. "I would say you're priorities are in order." She approached like a moth drawn to a flame, hands rising to the edges of the box. "Taym's gunna be so jealous. He loves chocolate."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 10:16 pm
Preparations: C3The box contained a wonderland of pretty chocolates and it was pretty obvious that the set-up crew got the premium s**t. America snorted softly, "He knows I'd give him some if he asked, but he won't, so the man can stew in it for the time being." She plucked one out for herself, and let it melt a bit in her mouth before sucking out the center. Coconut creme. The girl made a pleased sound. "I tossed out the little flavour map they came with," she confessed. "Prefer to Gump it, y'know?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:46 pm
A few days later, Otto would find new bottles of shampoo and conditioner waiting in his bathroom. The brand was the same as what Caelius used according to a reliable source.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 7:08 am
From that day onward, Otto had the prettiest, softest blond head of hair in the entire island. Some say it could summon a random breeze to lightly sway it majestically at any given time.
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