Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20161121040642/@comment-33209858-20161205050036

''"Aren't you Danish Kissington?" ''

She'd been called a lot of sweet things before. "Sugar", "honey", and "sweetheart" were just a few examples. But "Danish"? That one was new. She wasn't surprised that the boy recognized her. Dainty was what the kids would call a fairytale elite - y'know, a popular story hanging around other popular stories. That sort of thing. What caught her off-guard was the fact that he geniunely didn't know her name.

Despite being surprised, it didn't show on her face. A princess was always calm and composed, after all. Still, before she could correct him on her real name, the boy was already talking away again, not leaving Dainty much room to even part her ruby-painted lips. Not to mention he had a strange way of talking. She was glad she studied so hard for her English classes, otherwise maybe she wouldn't be able to even understand some of what he was saying.

'''"Save your play?" '''Dainty repeated his last words, a bit curiously, too. Her blue-green gaze shifted onto the sixth shelf, where she found a large, styled wig perched there. It didn't look like it was too high up, so perhaps she could reach it, "I'm not sure if I'll be able to reach all the way up there... But I'd be happier than a Happily Ever After to try!"

That was such a lie. Anything that included reaching, jumping, climbing, crawling, or laughing too hard was to be avoided at all costs. However, it wasn't as if a perfect princess would just leave a fellow student hanging, right? Dainty knew Apple White would definitely help, so she would to! Although... Dainty wasn't exactly the tallest girl. She was pretty "vertically disadvantaged", as this boy would say. Her heels made her about average height, so perhaps if she stood on the very tips of her tip-toes and reached with all of her might, she could possibly reach the wig.

The rose-haired female made her way towards the shelf. Standing directly under it made her realize just how much farther away it seemed to be. Still, she rose to her tip-toes, a gloved hand reaching up delicately, "Oh, by the way, my name is Dainty Kissington," She added, plastering that signature smile of hers on her face as she glanced a bit back towards the boy who was still on the floor, '''"It's absolutely charming to meet you, uh..." '''Just then she realized he had never introduced himself, so she didn't have his name just yet.

With a small sigh, she dropped back down. She hadn't been able to reach the wig. Although, to be fair, she definitely hadn't tried very hard at all. But standing on the very tips of her tip-toes and reaching with all of her might would make her look ridiculous. And looking ridiculous was something this princess never did.