what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Patience is not her virtue. In fact she doesn't really have any to begin with. Perfect just watches the boldly painted boy with a pursed (hurry up!) look till he finally answers and she breaks away her gaze as though his name satisfies her and she drops her head, white mane sliding down her neck, to taste the cold waters.
There is a bit of water dribbling from her chin when she raises her head up again to look at the boy who still stood in the water. What are you looking at Ivar?" The dark girl asks as she walks out to where he is, sloshing water and splashing recklessly. Pale green eyes peer down at where their legs stand in the water. She snorts lightly as she drops her head close to the water, scrutinizing something that is not there.. "I'm Perfect, by the way." The girl murmurs as she concentrated on the slow motion of the water around them but all she sees is their reflections in the water. How stupid. "So you from around here Ivar?" Perfect asks after she lifts her head to look at her companion, ticking her head slightly as she inquires. Perfect thinks she likes the way his name sounds in her mouth so she makes an effort to use it.
perfect