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[jinxs]

"for those who bring the most entertainment"

on a scale 0-1000000 how entertaining are you

you think you'll survive? let's place some bets.

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[jinxs]

Let's do some stripes, and some flowers, and see how you feel? Woah, these are never not gonna be cool.

(First is gonna be pink, because she's that cute, but her hand has to be on a surface, and it cannot be anywhere near Jinx so there are no accidents. At least for the claws, she can sit next to Laura, much easier than the nails.

So, first claw gets the blue stripes.)

Never done that before, huh, kiddo?

[shoplifter]

[She shakes her head, looking down intently as Jinx works.

It's easy to be enraptured by things, when your life has been so devoid of them.]

We were not allowed things like this... We were not supposed to be... expressive.

Clothes or nail colors... or changing our hair. It was — 'completely restricted'.

[She remembers that was the words used toward the nurses, anyway.

They never thought she was listening as much as she truly was.]

[jinxs]

Your life is a living nightmare. And trust me, mine was too, so I can tell you you win the nightmare awards.

(Which is concerning, in so many ways. The next claw gets little dotted flowers, pink petals, blue center, and she's struggling not to touch them, so instead she's moving Laura's entire hand so she can position them better.)

You're in luck, it just came a few... 10? Years later. I got you. What else do you wanna do?

[shoplifter]

[Her eyes widen comically, despite how calm the rest of her presents.]

I do not want the nightmares award.

[But she's immediately distracted by the follow-up.

Jinx seems like a reliable source, as far as Laura's concerned. So:]

What else do you think I should do?

[jinxs]

The nightmare awards choose you, unfortunately, welcome, we are a very cozy club.

(They are not, but you know, it's fine. If anything, they people in Etraya as fucked up as Jinx or Laura have been nothing more of supportive, in her point of view.)

Get new clothes? Try makeup? Wanna dye your hair? I'm down.

[shoplifter]

[Eyes widen at each suggestion. Clothes have been a unique new experience she's gotten to explore more, but make-up...? Dyeing hair? Those are both things she only knows at a distance. A faraway concept never actually spoken of in the confines of a faux pediatric facility.]

Yes.

I would like to try all of this.

[She reaches up to grab a lock of hair near the front of her hairline.]

This piece. I would like it pink. Or purple.

[jinxs]

Deal, kid. You're in luck, I didn't do that kinda stuff with my old sis, but you got me, and I'm cool like that.

(Everything she knows, she learned alone, okay. Vi was in prison during her learning how to look edgy as fuck era, and she's already played that with Isha.

Experience, it helps out.)