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defenderofdesmoines) wrote2021-09-23 07:39 am
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2021-09-23 07:39 am
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MHA #2 | Thursday Evening
Given that there were guests coming this weekend -- not to mention, like, the sheer stress of the last few, between woo girl transformations and boyfriends being imperiled and such -- it seemed like an ideal time for a night of dumb girly shit.
Nail polish had been dragged out, bottles boasting claims of collagen density appeared, and there were even a few little gold-and-white tubes scattered about from Annie's Wish line.
But, of course, the pièce de résistance was these sheet masks Annie had produced. They definitely didn't look weird, okay? They absolutely didn't look like a human face that you put over your own face. At all.
"These better be awesome for our skin," Annie decided, gently poking at the paper (?) to make it adhere a little more securely to her face.
Because it looked like she was wearing someone else's skin.
[for the space bestie!]
Nail polish had been dragged out, bottles boasting claims of collagen density appeared, and there were even a few little gold-and-white tubes scattered about from Annie's Wish line.
But, of course, the pièce de résistance was these sheet masks Annie had produced. They definitely didn't look weird, okay? They absolutely didn't look like a human face that you put over your own face. At all.
"These better be awesome for our skin," Annie decided, gently poking at the paper (?) to make it adhere a little more securely to her face.
Because it looked like she was wearing someone else's skin.
[for the space bestie!]