[ She takes the sweater from Jackie's hands and watches as she walks away. Dressing in front of people, nudity in general, it doesn't bother Sasha, she pays little to no mind to it, but she does wait for Jackie to leave. She usually doesn't take mirrors into account either, but she does it this one time. She doesn't like looking at her tattoos, but she has to see them. It's strange, by the look of scrawny Sasha, you would expect her whole skin to be rather dull, but the colours are vibrant and bright, especially the peacock's, like they're alive. She winces a little as she sees some sort of redness around them, like its infected, but she knows it's the poison spreading through her veins.
Jackie may see Sasha come up a little lost to the kitchen, dressed only in that baggy, oversized sweater that could be more of a dress than a shirt, holding her backpack against her chest like she's a kid and it is an oversized stuffed teddy bear, tired look and hair still wet, all messy and shooting in every direction.
She squeezes the backpack and shrugs her shoulders. ]
W-Why are you doing this? [ The lisp is not so bad, but the stutter is still there. ]
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Jackie may see Sasha come up a little lost to the kitchen, dressed only in that baggy, oversized sweater that could be more of a dress than a shirt, holding her backpack against her chest like she's a kid and it is an oversized stuffed teddy bear, tired look and hair still wet, all messy and shooting in every direction.
She squeezes the backpack and shrugs her shoulders. ]
W-Why are you doing this? [ The lisp is not so bad, but the stutter is still there. ]