by Colette Rosenhof » Mon Feb 26, 2018 1:04 am
The pink smear really was only recognizable as ever having been Colette by the clothing within it, the visor all crumpled and sunglasses crushed. As if prompted by Basil's attempts to reach it the smear stopped spreading out and began to draw back into itself, slowly taking on it's former hyper-idealized form cobbled together from the bikini magazine. Even her clothing was being put back in place, torn and ruined, her glasses not really needing arms to hold them on her head.
Through cracked lenses her eyes blinked, the girl looking and acting as though she'd just been woken out of a deep sleep... or come back from the dead. She looked down at herself and her unfamiliar clothing.
"Pourquoi mes seins sont-ils si gros?"