Dusting off the old girl, potentially ... ;;

[meangirl]

Ha—a? You want to play? ★

[ Grell's laugh is light — all sparkling mirth entwined with something a little darker — but those blood-red undertones are easily glazed over by the maraschino cherry sweetness that is the rest of her personality. Still, her amusement doesn't stop her from acting a petulant pout: ]

But you'll be nice to me this time, won't you? Don't think I don't remember what happened when you last tricked me into having fun with you ...

[ She places a manicured hand against her breast in an all together too dramatic pose. ]

Dreadful! A lady should never have to do such nasty things for a proper gentleman, even if she did like it a little bit.

[ The wink that follows is conspiratory — she won't tell if you won't.

... Oh, all right, so maybe she will; as if she has to answer to a pathetic little girl. Honestly. ]

Before we begin, though, you have to tell me: how many paintings will we make together~?

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[neveracoward]

[As she speaks, Mystique's own hair turns the exact shade of that ruby-red, and she mimics the movement.]

I couldn't possibly imagine a better shade.

[meangirl]

[ Gosh, what a lovely trick! Almost as good as her own cosmetic shape-shifting abilities. ]

Much better.

[ She places a fingertip against her lips; this time the wink is directed at you, Mystique. ]

You should probably keep it that way for as long as you can — my favourite colour, you know.

[neveracoward]

[Isn't it just? Though this is no trick, baby, it's simply who she is.]

Well then, I'll keep it as such every time we talk. How's that?

[meangirl]

Oho~♥ Now, who said anything about talking again?

[neveracoward]

[Feisty as her hair, isn't she?

And instead of seeing just that ruby-red hair, Grell is now look at Grell. And the same voice, same inflection and all.]

I suppose I'll have to do it for you, if you're so inclined otherwise.

[meangirl]

[ Well, colour Grell impressed. Horrified, of course, that another person can pull off her look so precisely, but impressed nonetheless. She'll gawp for a moment before offering a childish stamp of her foot; ]

Now, that's hardly fair play — there can't be two of me running around the place! Sebastian might fall for the wrong one!

[neveracoward]

[Sorry, bro, but impressed isn't an actual color, so...she can't.

At that, she offers a shrug.]

I wouldn't go that far, don't worry. I'm more than fine in my own skin.