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[fullbodied]

Who: North, and you!
Where: The tea shop
When: Day 116, brunch

[North is doing her first live? her first live! and she's got a little cake in front of her, as she's broadcasting from her phone, with some clearly bad acting.]

Heyyy! I've never done a live before, so go easy on me, okayyyy? Anyway--

I'm gonna beeeeeet noooooo one can eat as much cake as me!

And loser has to braid the winner's hair. Nya.

If you think you can beeeeeeat meeeee. [she winks]

But you can't! Bye!

Comments

[criminaljustice]

No way.

--but also, how many slices...?

[he probably should have asked that first]

[fullbodied]

14.

[criminaljustice]

[fullbodied]

[smiles sweetly]

[criminaljustice]

[welp, he finally knows he's gonna die


BUT ON TO SLICE 5]

[fullbodied]

[GOOD LUCK JOKER, PLEASE DON'T DIE

but of all the deaths, this has to be the best]

[criminaljustice]

[100% beats out all other deaths

anyway, he gets to cake 7 and immediately lays out on the table groaning once he's finished.

d-defeated...]

So much cake...

[fullbodied]

It is, as some would say, a fuckton.

[criminaljustice]

That's definitely the word for it.

--I don't think I've ever braided hair before.

[fullbodied]

I can give you a primer, before you do it?

I've got a vested interest in my hair not getting tangled, so...

[criminaljustice]

If I am anything, it's a quick learner.

[fullbodied]

Okay. And you can use this on other people who might like it, you know?

[she's pulling her pigtails out]

[criminaljustice]

Huh... that's true.

I can think of a couple of people...

[fullbodied]

Eeeeeexactly!

[oh she's so full, so focusing is hard, but god damn it. she's trying.]

So, for a simple braid, you just take the hair, and break it into three parts, like this.

[criminaljustice]

[watching and nodding along like a studious pupil before he follows along with the other pigtail.]

Sure you're not gonna food coma on me?

[half-joking because honestly sugar coma for him too, soon]

[fullbodied]

I'm trying not to... But no promises.

[especially with the inevitable crash coming]

Aaaaanyway, uuhhh...

Okay, once you do that, take one of the outer edges, and cross it over the middle piece--

[as she does that]

and then under the other outer piece.

[and then does that.]

[criminaljustice]

[doing that also and...

well. they're not. uniform. loops. but a braid! it is made!]

Huh... so takes some practice.

[fullbodied]

Mmhm.

And you just keep doing that, but with the new outer piece each time. So, now I'll expect my hair braided one day!

[criminaljustice]

Practice will make perfect.

... maybe with cake eating, too.

[oof. he so full]