Re: Near the dance floor
“Taste like purple?” Her lips twisted in confusion as she tried to imagine the taste. Then again, it was the kind of logic that she had been used to from Pinkie Pie. “I’ll have to try it sometime.” She wondered if her own hair tasted like purple, and then realized it was a thought she probably shouldn’t be having.
She did suppose her hair was shiny, and she daintily played with the ends with her fingers (Fingers! So weird). But soon he had her distracted but the weird face he was making, lips puckered and air moving. She tried to mimic him, pressing her lips into the same shape and blowing, hearing nothing of the sharp sound. “Maybe my lips are broken?” She tried again with no luck. “Is it a thing all humans do?” Humans, as in, other. Well, some lies were hard to keep up.