[That's enough to make her want to cry again. It's so much of a promise, for a girl so sure that everyone in the world hates her. She can hardly bear it-- but this makes it at least a little easily. So she slowly draws back from him, one arm wrapped about herself-- protectively pressed against where her wounds should be. The other arm, she uses to rub at her eyes, wishing the tears away.]
What does this place have against waterproof makeup--- [Ugh. Smudge, smudge, smudge.]
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What does this place have against waterproof makeup--- [Ugh. Smudge, smudge, smudge.]