[Where is she going to dump this armful of chocobo in order to indulge this bigger, more excited chocoboy. So much is happening right now that something almost doesn't occur to her, until she blinks enough hair out of her eyes for the connection to be made what color it is to begin with.]
Oh, um — shit, hang on, lemme put my face on.
[She abandons the chocobaby on the mattress and rolls onto her side facing away from them for a handful of moments, as a tiny whisper of magic flares. When she rolls back over, her hair is as red as always, and she's grinning.]
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Date: 2018-10-27 11:27 pm (UTC)Oh, um — shit, hang on, lemme put my face on.
[She abandons the chocobaby on the mattress and rolls onto her side facing away from them for a handful of moments, as a tiny whisper of magic flares. When she rolls back over, her hair is as red as always, and she's grinning.]
So what is your favorite? Are there potatoes?
[She elbows him as she clambers on, laughing.]