<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Nevermore Dining Hall<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nyx, Scarlet open<br/><hr/><br/>Tara blinked, then looked sidewise at Scarlet. Her eyes had betrayed her again- they'd been foggy since she died, better in the dark than in regular light- and she hadn't seen the...snakes. Which was dumb, since usually motion was easier to see than detail.<br/><br/>OK, she wasn't phobic like most chicks, though the idea of leather that moved was a little...odd. But what she'd thought was a garish dye job on the little girl was, in fact, a nest of red snakes. This was not a normal thing. Not that she could talk her own self about 'normal'.<br/><br/>Swallowing once, she forced herself to not twitch. At least until one of the slithery things, sensing her presence somehow, extended itself towards her. "Uh-," she said, leaning away as much as she could without being totes rude. "They don't like, bite, do they? Snakes are cool enough, but I've never really, you know...met one. And most def not on someone's head." It shouldn't really bother her, given how easily she'd adjusted to Nyx's constant change in appearance. Probably it was because her brain told her that Nyx was Nyx, no matter what the pink and puffy dude looked like. Snakes in a  hat?  A whole other thing.<br/><br/>"Sorry," she muttered. "Cool color. Just wasn't expecting...anyway, snow globes? Nah. Used to collect glass animals for a bit, but they're all back in Cali. Dusting the fuckers was a pain."