[If Charity wants to go 'what a life,' she should take note of the tattoos on Hikage's neck, her shoulder. They're more black scrawls than any real design, since she didn't exactly get them in a professional tattoo parlor. They're basically prison tattoos, only done by another teenager.
What a life.]
Gentle scare. [Hikage repeats it, quietly, as she follows Charity over to the carving table. Slowly, she starts to carve in the eyes, thin narrow lines instead of the traditional spooky triangle shapes.]
When's the delivery? I might have work. [Part-time at a pizza place. Cashier, not delivery, since she doesn't have any kind of license despite being 17.]
... If it's for a retirement home, it really should be gentle scare. [She doesn't want to spook old people.]
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What a life.]
Gentle scare. [Hikage repeats it, quietly, as she follows Charity over to the carving table. Slowly, she starts to carve in the eyes, thin narrow lines instead of the traditional spooky triangle shapes.]
When's the delivery? I might have work. [Part-time at a pizza place. Cashier, not delivery, since she doesn't have any kind of license despite being 17.]
... If it's for a retirement home, it really should be gentle scare. [She doesn't want to spook old people.]