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♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
“Thanks, Immy, you’re such a good friend.” Charlie smiled as she closed her eyes. She had been flu-riden for the week and she was starting to let herself go. Sniffling, Charlie held the wash cloth over her eyes, keeping her head hanging over the kitchen sink. Cold water shot down her back as she leaned forward for a moment, and she yelped, leaning her head as low as possible. “Will you make me pretty again? I have a date with Theo, and I don’t want him to think I’m yucky.” Laughing a little she accepted the towel that was thrown over her head, “Yes, Imogen, you can give me a makeover.”










