Not exactly my color. [Though they do run their fingers through their hair, leaving blue streaks as they go; the gradient of those is perfect powder-blue to electric-blue, cleaner than any dye could make it.] See? Mostly it just washes me out.
[...they can do their own nails with nearly zero effort, that's just pigmentation, but... well, what the hell, why not.]
There's nowhere I need to be? If you'd like, you can have free rein of my nails, we can see how extensive me borrowing your tastes is...
Whoa... I'm super jealous that you can just... do that! I'd be changing my hair up all the time. Granted... that's kind of what the wigs I'm making are for.
[Jinx points to a row of in-progress wigs, over in a corner. Though her attention is quickly tugged away by the agreement to let her paint Ash's nails. Her eyes light up as she claps her hands.]
Really? [She's always wanted someone to do this kind of thing with!] Okay! Sit here!
[She pats the bed before hurrying over to where she keeps the nail polish.]
Whenever you see someone behind the bar in the Lounge you don't recognize? That's probably me. Usually I do a new face every shift, lets me keep in practice.
If you want a change-up I can do hair, though; that's just cosmetics, that's easy.
[She sits at the very edge of the bed by reflex and habit with her heels on the ground, stays there for a second, and then scoots back far enough to get comfortable as she watches the younger girl scurry around. All compulsive neuroses about escape routes aside, she's pretty certain she could take Jinx in a fight, so she can turn that part of her paranoia down a little bit. Maybe.]
[She offers one hand to Jinx, palm-down. Up this close it's easier to see that her nail beds have a blueish tinge; she is a walking corpse, after all.]
While under the Admiral's restrictions you do need to consent to any changes I make, but anything you could plausibly manage with a disguise kit I can probably do.
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[...they can do their own nails with nearly zero effort, that's just pigmentation, but... well, what the hell, why not.]
There's nowhere I need to be? If you'd like, you can have free rein of my nails, we can see how extensive me borrowing your tastes is...
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Whoa... I'm super jealous that you can just... do that! I'd be changing my hair up all the time. Granted... that's kind of what the wigs I'm making are for.
[Jinx points to a row of in-progress wigs, over in a corner. Though her attention is quickly tugged away by the agreement to let her paint Ash's nails. Her eyes light up as she claps her hands.]
Really? [She's always wanted someone to do this kind of thing with!] Okay! Sit here!
[She pats the bed before hurrying over to where she keeps the nail polish.]
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If you want a change-up I can do hair, though; that's just cosmetics, that's easy.
[She sits at the very edge of the bed by reflex and habit with her heels on the ground, stays there for a second, and then scoots back far enough to get comfortable as she watches the younger girl scurry around. All compulsive neuroses about escape routes aside, she's pretty certain she could take Jinx in a fight, so she can turn that part of her paranoia down a little bit. Maybe.]
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[She returns with everything she needs, and then lightly plops herself down next to Ash.]
Wait... really? You can change it up, just like that?
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[She offers one hand to Jinx, palm-down. Up this close it's easier to see that her nail beds have a blueish tinge; she is a walking corpse, after all.]
While under the Admiral's restrictions you do need to consent to any changes I make, but anything you could plausibly manage with a disguise kit I can probably do.