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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 7:42 pm
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One could almost see the bab's eye twitching, irritation singing a thin line through her brow, not yet expertly hidden but halfway concealed through exasperation. The entire thing was ludicrous! Here she was, set to work on an honest-to-goodness fashion show, and the models thought they were just such hot horse pucky because she was dressing their pets and not them, and thus made them superior.
How did anyone even reason like that?! Catwalk clenched her teeth between stitches, mostly ignoring the snide comments and impossibly juvenile nicknames, but occasionally pausing in her work to give a small piece of mind.
Okay. More than occasionally. And not very small.
"Oh certainly, tell me more about dressing a frog like a prince. That way you can talk away the warts." The words were shared tartly through clenched teeth, still using needle and thread to finish a collar for a cat. "And why you smell like a cold fish. Get away, I'm working." The last part was sneered, turning her back on the offended Phony and continuing her work.
She needed security or something. Mostly to keep her from murdering these vapid walkers with words alone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 9:29 pm
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Dark eyes snapped around to the new voice, prepared to have some unnecessary quip, but the words died when she realized it belonged to a new bab, and that it seemed the barb was aimed at the model. Huh! Perhaps this one could be an ally to fend off the brainless walkers?
"Clearly, her mouth is gaping just to catch more flies." She shot the model in question a severe stare over her otherwise bland expression, finishing the final touches on her cat-collar and letting the feline go to its master. A small curly pup was then put in front of her. "Go on, bring your frog prince, at least one of you can be dressed up decently for the show." She scuffed her back hooves on the ground to indicate she was done with that mouthy model.
She pulled a small cape and eye-mask out of the pile next to her, starting to fix them on the pup. "You can't talk to us like that!" one of the other models gasped, indignant. "You're just the help! You don't know what it's like, all the attention, meeting those standards!"
"No, I don't know what it's like to have my head so far up my tail that I can't see the flashing lights." Catwalk didn't even give the girl a glance, very gently bobby-pinning the cape against the curls. "Sure explains your vapid stare though."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 12:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2018 4:07 pm
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"Good! They say laughter cures all medicine, they didn't say it couldn't be laughing at someone." Catwalk snickered, fully enjoying the catty banter and the looks out outrage it was drawing from the older Phonies. "I'd say they have to learn to take a ribbing, but let's be honest. A stiff breeze would do away with these airheads." Catwalk gathered up another animal for the show - a cat this time - and began her swift, methodical work with all the ease and comfort in the world. Even with the needle between her teeth, it didn't stem her seemingly endless contempt for the crude models around them.
"Some of us have real work to do around here, stop gawping and go get your makeup done. I can't hold your hoof and carry the entire show, shoo now, shoo!" She echoed the shooing motion with her back hoof, as if kicking dirt at the scandalized models.
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