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[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

Hey... Has anyone ever NOT opened up a letter they got in the mail? You know the kind I mean...

And, hey, Yuna. Guy. Someone around my age. Take me out to the roller rink? I wanna be a stupid teenager for a while.


[Action - 1125 Taylor]

[Marisa is sitting on her front stoop. She has a bottle of Coke open next to her and she's twirling an envelope between her fingers. There's a school textbook open in her lap, but she's not exactly paying attention to it as she stares off into space. Be neighborly! Step on up and say hi!]

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[That gets a grin and a little girly noise before she lightly touches both horns.]

How big are they gonna end up?

[cullscuttlefish]

[The horns feel like a seashell on the surface - rippled, a little rough, with a bit of a sea-salt smell.]

Whale, the Empress has reely long ones - like four times as long as mine. I don't know how long mine are gonna be, but it's going to make getting dressed a reel pain.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa's a bit fascinated by the seashell texture. She avoids the bases like she'd been told, but she'd definitely kind of fondling the horns.]

Just means you'll have to wear things that button instead of pulling over your head, ze.

[cullscuttlefish]

Every troll's feel a little different. Mine are like the way they are because I normally live right on or in the water, glub!

Ahaha, yeah. It's still going to be kind of a pain in the bass, though. Oh, well, cross that bridge when I come to it, I guess.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I guess so... [She finally takes her hands away.]

So are, like, the size of your horns important or doesn't it matter?

[cullscuttlefish]

It doesn't reely matter so much? Not that I think, anyway. Unless you reely want to threaten someone, but that's not my style.

[Feferi tries to get to her feet, slipping a little and laughing.]

Come on. Let's do this!

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh. Ok. Didn't know if they were a status symbol or something.

[Marisa, too, gets to her feet and then immediately flops back down as her feet rolled out from under her.]

This is gonna be a trip, ze.