Exactly. It's a pretty sight, you do have a certain aesthetic that could match it.
(She'll just make Clea watch a few movies later, once she figures out which. She could also just shove the images into her head, but then again, what's the fun in that if she gets to hear Clea be a whole hater in real time as it happens?
Sophie is pretty sure about her outfit, a dress with an open back and she has a few ideas on how to make it more interesting once it's in her body. She's definitely taking it.
Also, she hears that though and laughs a little — she's not 16.)
Oh. Clarification. I was made into a lab, aged and released to the world around the age of sixteen or fifteen. Then I died. My resurrection came complete with matching me to my identical sisters' age, so I guess the moral of the story is, my age is bullshit and hardly matters, and you shouldn't worry about it. Point being, I'm glad I was not a teen for too long. Or, well, much of it ever.
(Sorry, Clea. You chose this friendship with a woman whose entire being brings out confusion, nothing making much sense, but also it being just normal things to her and everyone else she knows.)
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Date: 2025-07-27 02:53 pm (UTC)(She'll just make Clea watch a few movies later, once she figures out which. She could also just shove the images into her head, but then again, what's the fun in that if she gets to hear Clea be a whole hater in real time as it happens?
Sophie is pretty sure about her outfit, a dress with an open back and she has a few ideas on how to make it more interesting once it's in her body. She's definitely taking it.
Also, she hears that though and laughs a little — she's not 16.)
Oh. Clarification. I was made into a lab, aged and released to the world around the age of sixteen or fifteen. Then I died. My resurrection came complete with matching me to my identical sisters' age, so I guess the moral of the story is, my age is bullshit and hardly matters, and you shouldn't worry about it. Point being, I'm glad I was not a teen for too long. Or, well, much of it ever.
(Sorry, Clea. You chose this friendship with a woman whose entire being brings out confusion, nothing making much sense, but also it being just normal things to her and everyone else she knows.)
Oh, definitely both.