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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*see Ana? She is wearing the blue version of Kerli's black dress in this music video. She also has a little blue hat*

... this is not funny, Luke.

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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...what in the hell did I have to do with it? You're the one done up in frills. Although I'm not complaining.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

You're the only one I know that could have gotten to my clothing. I know you're not.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

Why would I have gotten into your clothes, babe? I've got nothing against what you normally wear.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I really have no fucking idea. Augh, these shoes are killing me. *leans over*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[ fsznjkgdsvryhdf ] --Don't. [ ] ...don't do that.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

It's cleavage, sweetie. You play with it every once and a while. Fuck!

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[ ] Just... stand up, or... here. Sit. [ hi, random precariously placed chair? You're being offered to Ana now. ]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*sits quickly with a sigh of relief*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[ hovers sort of uneasily beside and partly behind her, trying to find a safe place to leave his eyes ]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*looks up at him* You have no idea how uncomfortable this fucker is.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[ scratches the back of his neck ] No, I think I can get a pretty good idea from how it fits. [ looking pointedly elsewhere. ]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Oh for fuck's... I know where you want to look and it makes me uncomfortable that you are trying sohard not to look.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

I am not and it's awkward, babe. You're done up like some kind of a doll and that's weird, is it such a problem that I'd prefer not to stare?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Why are you wearing that?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*wry smile* Why do you think? This place and its sick sense of humor.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Oh.

...You look pretty.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

My legs are killing me. I may look pretty, but it's impractical.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Why does it make your legs hurt?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

The shoes.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Oh.

You should take them off, then.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*starts to lean over, then thinks better of it and sits down to pick at the laces*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[looks a bit confused when she stops, but sits next to her once she sits]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Didn't want to flash you. What the hell...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

They're not coming off.