Room 511, Friday after classes

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine, after a shockingly busy week, could be found where she could usually be found just before a big clothes-related event, particularly one involving boys: in the closet, in a state of complete obliviousness concerning the irony of that fact, in a continual ricochet between nervous and full of squee, and at least halfway into her homecoming dress. With pauses for messing with her hair and deciding which earrings didn't make her look like an idiot.

[OOC: Door is open, so is post. Expecting the BFF, but open for roomies, passing gypsies, tumbleweeds, and oh yeah, dates if they so desire!]

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Re: Before Jess

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"Not at all," she beamed, running a brush lightly through her roommate's hair. "I used to braid my sister's hair, it's very soothing. Though she'd yell when I pulled her hair. I will be as careful as possible, and I trust in turn you won't stick your tongue out at me, so we're already on far better terms."

Re: Before Jess

[thatsamilkshake]

"You wouldn't be able to see it if I did," Francine pointed out with a giggle. "...Except in the mirror. But at least I'd be sticking it out backwards then."

Re: Before Jess

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"If you can bend your tongue in such fascinating ways, you ought to charge people to show them," Alice laughed.

It only sounded dirty if you weren't Victorian and completely oblivious.

(OOC: lates ate me O.@)

Re: Before Jess

[thatsamilkshake]

Or Francine and... completely oblivious. "Well, I can bend it a lot..." she said, trying it out by way of demonstration.