[ Once again, Ciri doesn't really have the context to understand what supermodel means, and she finds Julie's terms of endearment a little odd, but-- she doesn't need to have the full meaning of each word to understand the sentiment. Or appreciate it.
Ciri fidgets slightly, subconsciously twitching her fingers over her bangs, sliding a few strands of hair in place over her cheek to obscure the pink, puckered line of the scar on habit. Her other hand reaches back when she realizes what Julie is doing, pulling her messy bun higher off the nape of her neck, allowing the pearls to be clasped around her throat. It's a very clever and interesting design, the rubies spilling across her collar bone and the top of her breast like glittering drops of blood. Ciri stares at it. For a princess, she is not particularly used to feeling pretty.
She licks her lips, heart racing, feeling a little out of sorts.
But-- it's a costume. And suddenly, she thinks of a way to complete it. It's just for fun.
This time, when she grins back at Julie, she's got pointed little fangs to complete the ensemble. ]
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Ciri fidgets slightly, subconsciously twitching her fingers over her bangs, sliding a few strands of hair in place over her cheek to obscure the pink, puckered line of the scar on habit. Her other hand reaches back when she realizes what Julie is doing, pulling her messy bun higher off the nape of her neck, allowing the pearls to be clasped around her throat. It's a very clever and interesting design, the rubies spilling across her collar bone and the top of her breast like glittering drops of blood. Ciri stares at it. For a princess, she is not particularly used to feeling pretty.
She licks her lips, heart racing, feeling a little out of sorts.
But-- it's a costume. And suddenly, she thinks of a way to complete it. It's just for fun.
This time, when she grins back at Julie, she's got pointed little fangs to complete the ensemble. ]
You were right. This is fun. Thank you, Julie.