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Feb. 4th, 2006 11:13 pmFleur is glaring at her braid.
And her long black shirt sleeve if she was honest.
"Thiz iz itchy," she whines. "And my hair is poofy. And I can not decide where to put thiz vase. And my braid keepz coming out." She yanks at the braid again, starting to undo her work once more. "And I look like a sack of potatoz in thiz outfit."
She is in a long, black tunic and billowy pants. Pouting.
The sounds of Luxor can be heard out the stylized window with no glass panes. The shutters have been thrown up, the sky is clear, and the music of the city floats up all, seductive and wonderful.
"I hate my hair!"
And her long black shirt sleeve if she was honest.
"Thiz iz itchy," she whines. "And my hair is poofy. And I can not decide where to put thiz vase. And my braid keepz coming out." She yanks at the braid again, starting to undo her work once more. "And I look like a sack of potatoz in thiz outfit."
She is in a long, black tunic and billowy pants. Pouting.
The sounds of Luxor can be heard out the stylized window with no glass panes. The shutters have been thrown up, the sky is clear, and the music of the city floats up all, seductive and wonderful.
"I hate my hair!"
