“Something otherworldly,” Nadia’s searching eyes fell on each row of makeup and face paint as she tried to find the correct combination of colors. Jun followed her, though nearly didn’t notice when her friend’s gaze suddenly settled on her, “like you. Half the time I can’t believe a supernatural beauty like you is even human.” Jun’s eyes widened. She could feel the dislocation from her life and home in Japan becoming stronger with each of Nadia's words. The emptiness didn’t last as long as it had with Kelan earlier. Her... her costume must have more details to work with. She was still Japanese, but the flashes of memory were featuring fewer humans than before. Okiku... that name resonated with her, but couldn’t quite place the significant of it. Nadia then noticed Jun’s reaction and covered her mouth with her hands. Her cheeks were burning an ochre red with embarrassment.
But, beside that, Nadia had praised her beauty again. Envious of it, in fact. Butterflies, like the one depicted on her neck, fluttered in the goth girl’s stomach; a sense of girly giddiness that made her nearly not mind the other changes to her life. Jun brought out a half-gloved hand and tugged at one of her friends’ wrists before turning her face upwards, toward Nadia. “I understand.” Putting as much reassurance as she could muster while also focusing on her English pronunciation. Doing both at once was difficult. “What else were you thinking.” Well worth the effort.
“Actually, the idea I had was pairing my costume off with you,” bending her held wrist, Nadia eased herself out of Jun’s grip. Her freedom didn’t last long as her finger tips suddenly brushed against the doll-like woman’s palm and haltingly searched out the spaces between Jun’s digits. Even if she couldn’t place the source of the emotion, disappeared somewhere in the murky depths of her ‘past,’ Jun enjoyed the other woman’s presence and attention. The goth didn’t resist when Nadia’s fingers close around her. “Okay,” she let out a deep breath, “sorry if I am ruining any plans you had by dragging you along.”
Maybe before, but today Jun felt up for nearly anything. They were friends. Whatever she had planned must’ve been with her, Tru, and Cliff anyway. And it was another reason to brush off Kelan. Jun concentrated, trying to grasp at why she wanted to be far away from him. She still came up with nothing except for that earlier uneasy feeling that had suddenly cropped up. What had changed? Shaking her head, partly in frustration, then smiling brightly, Jun invited Nadia to continue explaining her idea.
“Here goes. The ghost of a lonely noblewoman eternally attended by her immortal doll servant. Please don’t tell anyone, but I am all over cheesy and romantic stories like that.” Nothing happened while Nadia spoke this time. However Jun could feel a tingle running all over her body. Only after pinching herself was she certain her skin was still flesh and not porcelain or another inanimate material. Perhaps it was because Nadia was asking for advice and offering suggestions, or she wasn’t wearing a costume yet that nothing had happened. “That is why I need to nail the makeup. Deathly pale, vampiric maybe, but absolutely gothic, and regal at the same time.”