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[cuteisawayoflife]

[The new Fashion Club has been a success, and it feels more like a fashion club than the old one. Back home she and the girls were all talk, but here they're actually doing something to help those in need. This is the sort of thing Quinn always wished she could do without looking like a tryhard geek in front of the girls, or suggest without Sandi shouting her down.

She's at the store right now, looking at various makeup shades and hair colors. Considering a little change...not a complete dye job, but some highlights. Maybe a subtle copper or gold shade to bring out its natural beauty.

Plus, she needs some new mascara. Her old one's officially three months old and almost empty anyway.]

Now, should I buy my usual black or go for a more natural-looking brown? Or perhaps midnight blue...

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Whatever. [You win this round, Daria. But she doesn't stay down for that long! She'll find another way...maybe.]

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[mysicksadlife]

Don't be a sore loser. I hear it causes wrinkles. Like stress. And some forms of very bad cosmetics.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Oh, sure, where'd you hear that?

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[mysicksadlife]

Ever see pictures of women after using lead-based makeup for long enough?

[Leave it to Daria to be interested in that part.]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Ewwww! ...but nobody uses lead-based makeup anymore, Daria. That's so two centuries ago.

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[mysicksadlife]

No, but they do things that are just as stupid today. And plenty of it is counter-productive.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Like complaining all the time but never doing anything about what's pissing you off?

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[mysicksadlife]

If that's a jab at me-

[No, actually, Quinn's kind of right. She always seems to be on-edge in Luceti. Nothing here works the way it's supposed to. It's even less navigable than high school.]

Sorry. I'm not pissed off, though. Not at you anyway. Or anyone.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

...wow, you apologized for being cranky? [This rarely happens. At all.]

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[mysicksadlife]

I'm capable of admitting my mistakes, Quinn.

[But keep drawing attention to it and it will become a non-mistake.]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

...well. Thanks.

Maybe I should try harder to do that, too.

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[mysicksadlife]

Let's not get sappy now.

[But that might be a smile. A twitch, rather.]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

[She sees that smile, sis. But lucky for you she's not about to make a huge deal of it.]

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[mysicksadlife]

Let's not make a big deal out of this or anything.

[Because it's really not necessary. And it's very, very contrary to her image.]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Big deal out of what? [She's busy looking at makeup again, luckily]

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[mysicksadlife]

I'm glad you understand.

[Whether Quinn's faking that nonchalance or not, she'll take it for agreement.]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

[Not answering, back to looking at makeup and stuff]

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[mysicksadlife]

[Right. The makeup.]

Quinn. I think they brought that actor you like here.

[Daria will just be eyeing the door as if someone tall dark and hot just walked in.]

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[cuteisawayoflife]

[Quinn narrows her eyes as she pauses in her selection]

Which one?

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[mysicksadlife]

[She'd make up a name, but that would probably be even more suspicious; she never really bothered following the latest stars like Quinn had, after all.]

That one with the black hair.

And you realize now I know you can hear me.

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[cuteisawayoflife]

... [And she realizes she's being tricked]

Ha ha, Daria.

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[mysicksadlife]

Admit it. I had you going there. Just a little bit.

What were you studying so intently anyway?

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[cuteisawayoflife]

Eyeliner! Now that I've figured out my mascara, I need liner to go with it!

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[mysicksadlife]

[She really should have been able to guess that.]

I'll leave you to the holy quest, then.