[ she isn't laughing. nor is she wet anymore, thanks to said charm. her (admittedly terrible) outfit is now dry as a crisp sheet on a summer's day, her hair no longer wet and plastered to her skin but back to its large, slightly unkempt normal self.
she might do with a brush or a comb, but there are bigger problems. ]
This is all a very terrible attempt at a practical joke, really. Who tells people they're dead for a lark?
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[ she isn't laughing. nor is she wet anymore, thanks to said charm. her (admittedly terrible) outfit is now dry as a crisp sheet on a summer's day, her hair no longer wet and plastered to her skin but back to its large, slightly unkempt normal self.
she might do with a brush or a comb, but there are bigger problems. ]
This is all a very terrible attempt at a practical joke, really. Who tells people they're dead for a lark?
[ she doesn't believe it yet. ]