The unexpected sound of Dick's voice startled a gasp out of Lydia which was only compounded by Gucci's incessant metallic barking — Lydia suspects Dick is his favorite because Dick is around the most — and Lydia whirled to face the source.
"Jesus...Christ, Dick, I hate it when you do that!" Lydia complained. Although, she imagined that maybe her extreme reactions were part of the appeal. Lydia pressed a hand against her chest as if willing her racing heart to slow back down now that the initial jolt of surprise had passed.
She turned back toward her work, but scooted over a little to give Dick space to look on beside her, if he wanted. "I'm making memory foam," she replied casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world for an eighteen — or nineteen, but she doesn't know the date in relation to home time, so she's not sure, even though her birthday had been creeping up on her before she got here — year old girl to be spending her free time doing. She looked over at her former roommate. "For beauty blenders. I made a beauty blender once when I lost mine, following this YouTube DIY tutorial, and all I needed was like...a memory foam pillow I was cool with cutting up. So...I'm making memory foam to make the blenders, to give to my INFRARED testers to try. I think the makeup will apply a lot smoother and more naturally that way, rather than them using their fingers. Then it won't look so streaky for the puerile that aren't as good at applying it."
Because not everyone can be as practiced at putting makeup on with few to no tools for it as Lydia. She'd had to explain to one or two of those INFRAREDs what makeup even was.
"What are you up to, besides scaring the shit out of unsuspecting people talking to themselves?" she asked with a little grin that said she wasn't mad; mostly amused in the wake of the initial shock.
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"Jesus...Christ, Dick, I hate it when you do that!" Lydia complained. Although, she imagined that maybe her extreme reactions were part of the appeal. Lydia pressed a hand against her chest as if willing her racing heart to slow back down now that the initial jolt of surprise had passed.
She turned back toward her work, but scooted over a little to give Dick space to look on beside her, if he wanted. "I'm making memory foam," she replied casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world for an eighteen — or nineteen, but she doesn't know the date in relation to home time, so she's not sure, even though her birthday had been creeping up on her before she got here — year old girl to be spending her free time doing. She looked over at her former roommate. "For beauty blenders. I made a beauty blender once when I lost mine, following this YouTube DIY tutorial, and all I needed was like...a memory foam pillow I was cool with cutting up. So...I'm making memory foam to make the blenders, to give to my INFRARED testers to try. I think the makeup will apply a lot smoother and more naturally that way, rather than them using their fingers. Then it won't look so streaky for the puerile that aren't as good at applying it."
Because not everyone can be as practiced at putting makeup on with few to no tools for it as Lydia. She'd had to explain to one or two of those INFRAREDs what makeup even was.
"What are you up to, besides scaring the shit out of unsuspecting people talking to themselves?" she asked with a little grin that said she wasn't mad; mostly amused in the wake of the initial shock.