[ Julie would absolutely wear a glowing pumpkin on a headband. Jaunty angle in a sea of pink hair, it would look good. But alas, she already has a head accessory.
She has her hand outreached for the bottle, and is looking away toward the bar, waiting for a glass to be brought to her. It's only when she looks back at Himeka, fingers less than an inch from the neck of the bottle, that she widens her eyes with alarm and snatches her hand back before she grabs and drops a container of apparently living fire. ]
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She has her hand outreached for the bottle, and is looking away toward the bar, waiting for a glass to be brought to her. It's only when she looks back at Himeka, fingers less than an inch from the neck of the bottle, that she widens her eyes with alarm and snatches her hand back before she grabs and drops a container of apparently living fire. ]
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that!