Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10337166-20150706054658/@comment-26130578-20150708063057

Prism sighed and shut the door. "Great. What am I supposed to do until then?" She had grown uneasy. She opened and sat down on the toilet and rubbed the back of her neck, thinking more. Analyzing only seemed to make her more fond of Vermont, which, in turn, made her more frustrated.

"This is a mess..." she groaned, then she unwrapped the towel and shook out her hair. She looked into the mirror to see her curls had doubled in volume from the humidity, and wondered if Vermont would lend her a comb.