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☠ 6th Haunt ☠ - [Video]
[It's near noon, and Perona's just gotten out of bed. Still groggy, she rubs her eyes and nearly trips over her journal on the way to the bathroom to wash up. The jolt from her foot initiates the video feed and Perona grumbles, picking up the journal and tossing it carelessly onto her bed where it lays open and records a nice view of the young woman in her white, ruffly pajamas and messy hair as she stretches and bumbles her way towards her bathroom, yawning loudly. Ugh...waking up is so hard...and its started getting colder now, too.
The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]
Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...
[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.
With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]
Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.
The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]
Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...
[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.
With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]
Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.
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Perona halts the brush midway down her long hair, then looks over her shoulder at him with the most terrifying grin she can muster up, a dark shadow crossing her features. Heh, heh...what a question to ask of her, and Peron says nothing at all, not yet, just allows for her massive smile to do all the talking for her. Swaying gently as she finishes brushing her hair and putting her comb away, Perona practically sings as she finally responds.]
Oh, you'll learn that son enough, I'm sure, horohorohoro...
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[EVER.]
[It's worse than Hina.]
[He didn't think that was possible.]
If that is your will, Goddess.
[GODESS?! WHAT? WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.]
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Giggling and hopping up and down from one foot to the next - while clapping her hands together cutely no less - Perona just can't takes her good mood (and fortune) anymore and launches herself at Smoker's arm, hugging it tight while laughing. Best fucking day everrrr~! She gets a servant to cater to her whims and call her ll sorts of nice name - princess, master, goddess...]
I don't want this day to end~! ♥ [Perhaps it's because she's so damn pleased, Perona doesn't quite register in her mind she just hugged a marine, and instead grabs Smoker's wrist in a vice-like grip and proceeds to drag him towards the door, huffing excitedly.] Let's get going, we're going to have a busy day today. I'll make sure to fill every hour with someone for you to do.
[SHE'S NOT GONNA PASS THIS SHIT UP, IT'S TOO GOOD.]