( kimberly has never been quite so happy to see green shooting up out of the formerly pale, grey, lifeless ground. growing up in northern california, ice was a given, but the blanketed winter wonderland that had pervaded cadelle for so long was wearing on her in a bad way. this spring festival — even if it does mean facing an entire city block filled with pastels cute enough to make you puke — is just the kind of thing she's been looking forward to.
so, naturally, check her: splayed out atop the grass, affecting an exaggerated model's pose, hair draped loosely over her neck and shoulders. her put-upon accent? it's ridiculous too, like something out of a don bluth movie. )
Darlink, ( she's ridiculous. she does not apologize. ) Draw me like one of your French girls, oui?
( ... that's not even the right accent for that, kimberly hart. what are you doing? )
★ i love you.
so, naturally, check her: splayed out atop the grass, affecting an exaggerated model's pose, hair draped loosely over her neck and shoulders. her put-upon accent? it's ridiculous too, like something out of a don bluth movie. )
Darlink, ( she's ridiculous. she does not apologize. ) Draw me like one of your French girls, oui?
( ... that's not even the right accent for that, kimberly hart. what are you doing? )