#maznyaa

  she’s sprawled over his lap, too tired to change from zow but not to switch into comfy clothes. her eyes track his movements, hungry, as he lifts pizza to his mouth. she can’t have it, so she’ll live through him -- “ betchya can’t fit the whole thing in your mouth ~ “

♥ { T O X I C } ♥ She was mid natural makeup-- face still sporting the barest hints of green and she hadn’t even made it to the blue contacts yet (they were the worst part). Sure, the ring could make any outfit happen, but only when she was pretending to be Zow-- every morning was hours in the bathroom just to look... Normal. She missed her own name, her... original, she missed green, but she didn’t miss Maz hating her. Being Zow meant he cared for her again, even if he’d seemed different, lately. Still-green eyes open to the mirror, meeting a pair more naturally colored half-hidden behind dark fringe. Her voice catches in her throat, but she’s between him and the door already, panic apparent;      “I can explain.”

☠ { T O X I C } ☠ “I know the look suits me better, you don’t need to tell me.” But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to hear it from him. “I just don’t get why you’re still so stuck on that                    B U L L S H I T bubblegum-teenage-barbie bitch; I’m so much more fun.”