[She straightens up, and positions, crouching, gesturing him around to the back end of the... kind of spindly looking desk, to be honest. The surface was lacquered once, but now has pits and grooves melting here and there under a fresh coat of sealant immortalizing a sparkling purple and gold nail-polish name: 'rylie Luvs' (name scratched out with sharpie--possibly with s bit of help from an exacto blade, judging by the smooth line-dips under the fresh sealant.)
Underneath there are a number of bathroom-wall-meets-yearbook sentiments in sharpee that don't make much sense at all, in a variety of handwriting styles. Though 'rylie Luvs' with its little heart over the I is definitely the biggest bit of desktop, graffiti-style names seem to get practiced a lot around the edges and outer corners, half-overlapping with inside jokes and vapid encouragements, little pasted magazine glamour models pouting lipstick and fitted caps.
Someone went to a lot of trouble to get this wobbling thing in the front of the uhaul. Two guesses who.
Rylie snaps her gum and crouches, both hands braced on the legs in front of her.]
On eight, okay?
[You are so not impressive. You'd better not drop her desk. She bounces briefly.]
five, six, seven, eight-
[UP goes her end as she pops back up into a standing position, arms braced.]
Whatever, Sky, you're coming with me for a bit...
[She straightens up, and positions, crouching, gesturing him around to the back end of the... kind of spindly looking desk, to be honest. The surface was lacquered once, but now has pits and grooves melting here and there under a fresh coat of sealant immortalizing a sparkling purple and gold nail-polish name: 'rylie Luvs' (name scratched out with sharpie--possibly with s bit of help from an exacto blade, judging by the smooth line-dips under the fresh sealant.)
Underneath there are a number of bathroom-wall-meets-yearbook sentiments in sharpee that don't make much sense at all, in a variety of handwriting styles. Though 'rylie Luvs' with its little heart over the I is definitely the biggest bit of desktop, graffiti-style names seem to get practiced a lot around the edges and outer corners, half-overlapping with inside jokes and vapid encouragements, little pasted magazine glamour models pouting lipstick and fitted caps.
Someone went to a lot of trouble to get this wobbling thing in the front of the uhaul.
Two guesses who.
Rylie snaps her gum and crouches, both hands braced on the legs in front of her.]
On eight, okay?
[You are so not impressive. You'd better not drop her desk. She bounces briefly.]
five, six, seven, eight-
[UP goes her end as she pops back up into a standing position, arms braced.]