[ pepper is on the verge of losing what’s left of her mind, because she still can’t remember where she works or, more importantly, what she does. she swears she’s going to get a phone call about how fired she is in the next few minutes, but when it doesn’t come she expels another sigh and decides to leave the house for some fresh air. maybe her employer thinks she’s still at the hospital or she’s on fmla… regardless, driving herself crazy isn’t going to help. the least she can do is try to relax as her memories slowly but surely come back to her. ]
[ and that’s how she ends up at the nail salon. ] Good afternoon. [ giving kenzi a smile she takes one look around and feels instantly better. it has been a while since she’s been able to treat herself… but don’t expect her to pick an interesting color at least not without some coercion. ]
dem nails.
[ and that’s how she ends up at the nail salon. ] Good afternoon. [ giving kenzi a smile she takes one look around and feels instantly better. it has been a while since she’s been able to treat herself… but don’t expect her to pick an interesting color
at least not without some coercion. ]