Latula's willing to qualify the previous night in the latter category, because - as she's coming to realize - none of the clothes she's wearing actually belong to her. They are, in fact, the property of someone else entirely, and she's not a hundred percent she's ever seen whoever these clothes belong to. They're frilly, for a start: there's more lace and ruffles in the dress that has found its' way on to Latula Pyrope's body than the standard wedding party requires between all members.
There's even a pair of silk gloves with peach ribbon covering her fingers.
A bit dazed, she sits up, adjusting her shades (at least she's still got those.)]
'Tuna? [Of course the first person she calls for is her misguided matesprit.] Whose dress is this? If this is your idea of a joke, I gotta tell you there's some fox somewhere who's gonna be pret-ty mad that you stole her favorite fluffy frills.
[Huffing, she smooths her fingers over the skirts, looking to see if there's anyone else within a fifteen foot radius of her. Maybe she can escape this without any serious mental scarring.]
Latula Pyrope - Homestuck
Some nights are the worst.
Latula's willing to qualify the previous night in the latter category, because - as she's coming to realize - none of the clothes she's wearing actually belong to her. They are, in fact, the property of someone else entirely, and she's not a hundred percent she's ever seen whoever these clothes belong to. They're frilly, for a start: there's more lace and ruffles in the dress that has found its' way on to Latula Pyrope's body than the standard wedding party requires between all members.
There's even a pair of silk gloves with peach ribbon covering her fingers.
A bit dazed, she sits up, adjusting her shades (at least she's still got those.)]
'Tuna? [Of course the first person she calls for is her misguided matesprit.] Whose dress is this? If this is your idea of a joke, I gotta tell you there's some fox somewhere who's gonna be pret-ty mad that you stole her favorite fluffy frills.
[Huffing, she smooths her fingers over the skirts, looking to see if there's anyone else within a fifteen foot radius of her. Maybe she can escape this without any serious mental scarring.]