Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27181220-20151026221600/@comment-27260597-20151027191040

Desi flailled around like a maniac, which was quite alarming as her dress looked like it was on fire wheneer she moved. "MY! HAIR!" She bellowed, clawing at her spiky mess. Her brother sat on the edge of her deathly bed.

"Dude. Calm down," Dami caught the demon girl just as she flung a hairbrush at her desk. "Thronecoming is in 5 minutes, and I'll help you, kay?"

As she nodded, Dami took the titanium hairbrush in one hand, and furiously ran it through her hair, receiving a witch-slap from his sister. "WHAT THE HELL, DAMI!" She yelled, but her hair was smooth, albeit still spiky. Damien rubbed his cheek but smiled.

"Now, if you excuse me, I gotta go comb MY hair." He ran out of the dorm.

Meanwhile, a certain wind-up doll was in the bathroom. She payed no attention to them, only to welding her 24-karat gold hair into the hairstyles she wanted. Her steampunk ballet dress, complete with working gears to produce an unique dress poofed around her, as she bent the last spring into place.