[Pausing in her unbagging, Heather leans on the counter with one elbow, gesturing thoughtfully. She's past the point where talking about certain parts of her past are uncomfortable, but she still doesn't exactly do it often.]
Dad and I... kind of had to go incognito for awhile. New town, new names... he thought that it'd be better if I looked different, too. So he bleached it and cut it short. I was like... god, four at the time. ... Maybe five.
Anyway... kinda got used to it.
Havin' it long and black just isn't me.
[Accepting Alessa as part of her past doesn't mean she has to look the part.]
[She looks a little curious, though.]
What was your color? ... I mean, if y'don't mind me asking.
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[Pausing in her unbagging, Heather leans on the counter with one elbow, gesturing thoughtfully. She's past the point where talking about certain parts of her past are uncomfortable, but she still doesn't exactly do it often.]
Dad and I... kind of had to go incognito for awhile. New town, new names... he thought that it'd be better if I looked different, too. So he bleached it and cut it short. I was like... god, four at the time. ... Maybe five.
Anyway... kinda got used to it.
Havin' it long and black just isn't me.
[Accepting Alessa as part of her past doesn't mean she has to look the part.]
[She looks a little curious, though.]
What was your color? ... I mean, if y'don't mind me asking.