I’m going. Can walk with me if you want since I’m running late too, I think. Glitter incident.
Which meant it more or less looked like some kid got into their older sister’s stuff while on a sugar high and went haywire. All that just from knocking it off the damn sink and then trying to clean it for a bit before giving up and resigning to the fact that it was just going to stay on the floor in sections until it felt like leaving of its own accord. At least it happened when she was setting her makeup up before she put her costume on. That would have been impossible to fix without fifty dryer cycles and even then there’d be more on her than she’d like.
Being a fairy was so much easier when there was more space but at least she could still rock the costume. Even if it was so last year, literally.
She finished getting ready but she pulled her Converse on for now and would just carry her heels. She wasn’t stupid enough to try and hike through a cemetery to get across the dome in those and she wasn’t going to whine and try to get Linc to carry her. Assuming he was on his way back to the cabin, she killed time kicking all of her dirty clothes from around the room into a giant messy pile. Maybe if she saw it like that other than all spread out she might actually wash some of them tomorrow. Then she debated a jacket but the only one she had that was zip-up and not a pullover hoodie would be waaaay too hot to even try and wear. Couldn’t be that damn cold; wasn’t the other night.
All of that dealt with, she headed into the living room to stand in front of the tv to actually watch a few minutes of whatever she’d clicked play on earlier just to have noise.