’ i don’t leave my flat for any case less than a six. ‘
“Yeah, I think this is more than a six.”
Amy explained, drenched from head to toe in an unknown substance. The fact that it was dripping on his floor and making the spots turn an odd sort of green colour were probably not something he wanted.
“I make it look good!” Helena repeated, sounding
considerably more sullen now. “Let me try again.
I do it slower.”
"How abut I do your hair instead?" Amy had a hard time believing she had used a brush before, just look at her own hair. Eesh.
“Yes! And I am not crying like
baby when I am hair brushing.”
Helena barked before the hair brush
was tossed from her hand. She responded
by giving her a bat to the back of the head.
Despite her temptation, there was no
real strength behind it.
“…Now you are having bad hair.”
"I can’t be worse off than I was." Amy mumbled bitterly, lifting her head up. "Just-don’t do that again, yeah?"
“Quit being baby, I am
Helena promptly bit back while
jerking the brush through one
of the tangles.
“I am very nice… Making
"Ow!" Amy yelped, reaching back in an attempt to knock the brush out of her hand. "Have you actually used a brush before?!"
I am trying to make
your hairs pretty.”
And Helena, again, buried
her fingers into the other’s
“Well then stop being so rough.”
Amy scolded, wincing at the way she had yanked at her hair with the brush.
( ooc: the doctor trying to educate amelia on human sex & reproduction and i’m just like hONEY JUST PHONE UP MARTHA OR SOMEBODY. )
My sister and I with Jenna Coleman yesterday at the NYC premiere! What a lovely lady. :)
"Come on. Even you have to admit, this is way more exciting."