Singing intermingled with rather loud cursing, and of a very colourful nature, could be heard echoing throughout the backrooms of the Foxhole.
Fe had decided to finally clean her dressing room - and in a way that explained it all. The Sirin was, strangely enough, a neat freak. But only when it struck her fancy. She could go a week or two or even three with clothes strewn everywhere, makeup pots and perfume bottles not closed properly or placed haphazardly around the room. But then it all came to a head, and she couldn't stand it anymore and spent the day cleaning, organizing and dusting til everything was spic and span, and perfectly organized.
"Fucking mother of hell and hades, another one?... Who left the bloody lid off of this one?" she exclaimed exasperatedly as she tossed a tube of dried out face cream in a trash bag by the door.
"I really need a maid, seriously," she grumbled to herself as she wiped her hands clean on her jeans, wondering when was the last time she even used that face cream.
@Bloos
Fe had decided to finally clean her dressing room - and in a way that explained it all. The Sirin was, strangely enough, a neat freak. But only when it struck her fancy. She could go a week or two or even three with clothes strewn everywhere, makeup pots and perfume bottles not closed properly or placed haphazardly around the room. But then it all came to a head, and she couldn't stand it anymore and spent the day cleaning, organizing and dusting til everything was spic and span, and perfectly organized.
"Fucking mother of hell and hades, another one?... Who left the bloody lid off of this one?" she exclaimed exasperatedly as she tossed a tube of dried out face cream in a trash bag by the door.
"I really need a maid, seriously," she grumbled to herself as she wiped her hands clean on her jeans, wondering when was the last time she even used that face cream.
@Bloos