[ the dress hadn't taken very long to put on as the process of wiggling into it is the similar to the rest of her dresses. no, what's causing her the most grief is the poof hair. as usual. standing in front of the mirror, she lifts a brush with one hand & a hairspray with the other. one attempt at brushing down the poof & spraying it is enough to tell her that it won't work 'cause the poof apparently said "nope" to the hairspray & bounced right back up.
she tries clipping it next. it works, a little. well, the clips are staying in place anyway, which is definitely a win. as long as it didn't look like she was carrying a birdhouse around on her head, she didn't mind it terribly. giving her reflection a nod of approval, she finishes her look by pulling on her usual hairband to tame the middle-poof.
that done, she wanders away from the bathroom to settle herself on the couch, sinking into it as she waits for lyssa's arrival. she has her usual bag in her lap. logically, she knows that something more shiny is the usual protocol for proms, but she can't bare leaving this bag all by itself at home while she's out having fun (hopefully). it's been her most faithful friend, so it'll go. it's either they both go or she didn't go at all! yes!
... pleased with this line of logic, she flops deeper into the couch without further ceremony. ]
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poofhair. as usual. standing in front of the mirror, she lifts a brush with one hand & a hairspray with the other. one attempt at brushing down the poof & spraying it is enough to tell her that it won't work 'cause the poof apparently said "nope" to the hairspray & bounced right back up.she tries clipping it next. it works, a little. well, the clips are staying in place anyway, which is definitely a win. as long as it didn't look like she was carrying a birdhouse around on her head, she didn't mind it terribly. giving her reflection a nod of approval, she finishes her look by pulling on her usual hairband to tame the middle-poof.
that done, she wanders away from the bathroom to settle herself on the couch, sinking into it as she waits for lyssa's arrival. she has her usual bag in her lap. logically, she knows that something more shiny is the usual protocol for proms, but she can't bare leaving this bag all by itself at home while she's out having fun (hopefully). it's been her most faithful friend, so it'll go. it's either they both go or she didn't go at all! yes!
... pleased with this line of logic, she flops deeper into the couch without further ceremony. ]