Day 56: Bath and Beauty Shop (Early Afternoon)

[autophoenix]

Chatting with Peter had been reassuring and a sure way of grounding herself and shaking off the previous night. It was a reminder that she had to make what she could of the last part of this day before they got stuffed back inside. Which wasn't exactly admitting defeat or coming to terms with the low likelihood that they'd actually escape. It

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[mirthfulness]

[grabbing one cheerleader]Well now he was on his own again. That was a bit of a bummer, since he'd found Ax to be a friendly enough person to talk to. He'd been able to make good use of his Tasty Burger coupon at least, and was currently walking down the street licking a brightly colored cone of sherbet despite the chill air. Rainbow cream was rainbow cream, and who was he to pass up a miracle like that

[autophoenix]

At first, Claire wasn't positive he was talking to her. She turned her head slowly to look him over, and then awkwardly back at the lotion stand. When he didn't budge and no one else answered, she looked back towards him and hunched her shoulders a little in an awkward way, trying to decipher what any of that meant. Painted

[mirthfulness]

"Prongs." He held up one hand, wiggling his fingers. His prongs. It was obvious, right? Humans always had silly words for things. "What you all be grippin' shit with."

At her confession, he looked only mildly disappointed. There were others around to ask, so it wasn't as if he couldn't redirect his question. Why he'd want to go to a hardware store for face paint, however, he wasn't sure. Maybe humans sold things in different locations than he was used to? That was just going to make everything more confusing. Why would they want to do something like that?

"Face paint, sis. I need to get my motherfuckin' clown on." He traces around his eyes with a finger, then a larger mouth shape around his own. "You know what I mean? Whiteface and shit. I'm all up and naked faced and blasphemous to my religion."