•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.
>> town, tristan
•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.
He did not speak for a moment, then turned the tables on her- “I was here first, therefore, you’re the one copying me.” She cringed at him as he pretended to drop a microphone-“You’re not acting like it,” she remarked grouchily, implying he was being immature. He looked momentarily depressed, staring at the ground. She awkwardly did the same thing. Something seemed to be bothering Tristan, but she didn’t ask what it was-he probably wouldn’t tell her. Plus, why should she care?! “Yeah, I don’t totally blame you there. Being blonde is amazing.” He sighed before the words left his lips, and after, he chuckled. Still lighthearted as ever, of course. “It’s not, actually. Though I’d rather be blonde than be you.” Porcelain had a dark expression on her face as she insulted her strawberry-haired companion.
He gave her a look of disappointment, to which she tossed her silver mane haughtily. “Yes, I did brush my teeth.” He confirmed. Then, turning things on her again, he asked, “Why…like, did you not brush yours or something? What kind of question even is that?” She folded her arms protectively. “Of course I did.” She said, sounding equally annoyed. She wasn’t really offended-with her messy hair and even messier makeup, one would probably assume she didn’t keep good hygiene. Still, the way he kept turning what she said back on her… He was the child!!! “Yours seem to be working quite well.” Though he spoke casually, he also seemed genuine. She stared at him in disbelief-her skin was not necessarily perfect, especially since she hadn’t even washed the black makeup off of her eyes. “Are you making fun of me?” She asked suspiciously, genuinely thinking he was.
“Yelled at anyone, really.” He said, after giving her a look. “It’s not good to let things build up. Besides, she had it coming. Her customer service was terrible. Let’s just say I won’t be going back there.” Porcelain was unsure how to reply at first-she did sort of agree, but just saying ‘yeah’ felt dry. “Yeah, it really was.” Well, that wasn’t much better at all. “Yeah…of course. I was fun, at least it was on my end.” He smirked at her, and she looked away, it gave her a weird feeling. “Me too.” She admitted, very, very quietly. He left for the bathrooms without another word, and she did the same. The girl’s bathroom was dimly lit, and not as dirty as she thought it would be. No one was inside, so she changed in front of the sink mirrors. First, she took off her tattered dress, putting it in the bag. She then dressed in the black shorts that hung a bit loosely at her bony hips and showed off her long, thin legs. She rolled her eyes, pulling the grey panda shirt over her head and letting the hem cover the top of the shorts. Last, she shrugged into the leather jacket and her new boots-which fit nice and snug. She threw her old boots away, they were just that-old. Tristan walked out at the same time as her, looking very confident in the outfit she had picked out for him. She had to admit, he looked good. Much more good then she wanted to admit. So instead, she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. “It’s an improvement.” She told him firmly when he asked what she thought of the look. She wondered what he thought of her outfit, he probably liked it more than she did.
•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.
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aww poor dark
mathematics, syrus 
