Senor_Fluffy
What happens when you don't clean your hair brush
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She couldn't read him. He just gave a stoic expression and even though his movements were strained and slow his expression barely changed. Not that Mimi could really judge since her dull expression hardly changed except when she literally couldn't control it. She tilted her head at his name, "Lusu? People have weird names here." She grumbled, she had failed to correctly pronounce any of the names she had been told thus far.
Upon his instruction she got up, her shoeless but bandaged feet pattering across the linoleum floor. Rummaging through the drawers and cabinets. She tucked some bandages in her armpit after a little inspection. Continuing through and finding some cream which looked like what he had described. She just let him ramble in the background not paying him all that much mind. Finding some pills to help with severe allergies she took a few sry.
Wobbling back to the far bed she put down the bandages and cream. Suddenly and shamelessly slipping off her school pants leaving her in her underwear. Undoing a bandage on her thigh she applied cream to the raw blisters slashed across the side of her thigh and replaced the bandages with fresh ones. Sitting down she started unwrapping her feet and ankles. What seemed to be paint markings decorated parts of her legs. Blisters and raw skin vibrant against her tan skin as she carefully applied cream with a focused expression. Wrapping her feet slowly. "Why can't you move right?" She asked suddenly.
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She couldn't read him. He just gave a stoic expression and even though his movements were strained and slow his expression barely changed. Not that Mimi could really judge since her dull expression hardly changed except when she literally couldn't control it. She tilted her head at his name, "Lusu? People have weird names here." She grumbled, she had failed to correctly pronounce any of the names she had been told thus far.
Upon his instruction she got up, her shoeless but bandaged feet pattering across the linoleum floor. Rummaging through the drawers and cabinets. She tucked some bandages in her armpit after a little inspection. Continuing through and finding some cream which looked like what he had described. She just let him ramble in the background not paying him all that much mind. Finding some pills to help with severe allergies she took a few sry.
Wobbling back to the far bed she put down the bandages and cream. Suddenly and shamelessly slipping off her school pants leaving her in her underwear. Undoing a bandage on her thigh she applied cream to the raw blisters slashed across the side of her thigh and replaced the bandages with fresh ones. Sitting down she started unwrapping her feet and ankles. What seemed to be paint markings decorated parts of her legs. Blisters and raw skin vibrant against her tan skin as she carefully applied cream with a focused expression. Wrapping her feet slowly. "Why can't you move right?" She asked suddenly.
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