So Baby Brother said his first word that I am willing to acknowledge as a word (because mama and baba are terms of endearment, really): up. I am glowing with pride.
The Twins From Mordor: Thanks! But I feel I should make myself clearer. I love Drew. She is my baby. This whole collection is one big love letter to her with a postscript of Piper-hate. But she is a bitch but also a queen and a girl and maybe a sister, even, and someone who hates strawberry lipgloss and happens to be a worldclassbitch and knows it. But anyways, this one is yours. And also maybe the next few ones as well. Because I am forecasting a wave of updates today. As it is sunday and Parents are not home.
XxTheAngstyOnesxX: Thanks so much! But I thought nineteen days passed already. Where is your account, oh lovely angsty child of mine? (Oh, and you don't have to call me by my full name. You can just call me rain.)
::mascaraeyes::
xv. harmful side-effects
Clang slash blinding sounds of the war around her and people are dying. Muscles flexing and tendons springing and reflexes reacting and maybe she should have paid more attention during sword-fighting. Toned, tanned legs are no use against a monster, she soon realizes and wishes she'd learned martial arts instead of forsaking karate as stereotypical asian chick stuff. But she has deadly aim from years of eyeliner and killer hand-eye coordination and is armed with toxic-to-monsters makeup and the monster soon goes down under a siege of hairspray that stings like Hades and mascara wands that blind.
When they talk about the Titan war, they'll talk about incredible sword fights and unconventional attack methods. For her part, she sprays a ton of Givenchy.