('think about herself. who she is...' it's the one key thing she is struggling with, really. there's a voice that screams, "jinx" while the other pleads, "powder". so which is it? jinx or powder? powder or jinx? she feels she made that decision sometime ago. but what was that decision? the eyes to scorpia are sad and conflicted -- not at all sure which to lean on. but maybe... if she just continues to sit and think, it'll all come together?
but. at least there's someone here beside her and being patient-- it's comforting. the eyes shift upward to the sky; tentacles flop every so often just to have them something to do. would it be funny if she flop them in a rhythm in a dance in a party? ... party. tea. party. the squid blinks rapidly as a memory flies back slowly. blue hair, pink eyes, tattoos... slim figure. jinx shifts again -- the squid now longer except small. a 5'3 kind of squid which is probably horrifying to someone if this was their first time seeing this.)
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but. at least there's someone here beside her and being patient-- it's comforting. the eyes shift upward to the sky; tentacles flop every so often just to have them something to do. would it be funny if she flop them in a rhythm in a dance in a party? ... party. tea. party. the squid blinks rapidly as a memory flies back slowly. blue hair, pink eyes, tattoos... slim figure. jinx shifts again -- the squid now longer except small. a 5'3 kind of squid which is probably horrifying to someone if this was their first time seeing this.)