[Doll held up a hand, with two fingers raised from it -- the second reason there, just because -- and turned the phone so she could see the "bed" there in the back of the room as Doll got up from it, a giant pillowcase made of sheets with their edges sewn together, filled with... who knew what. Due to the shape of the lumps and how it fluffed back up once Doll's meager weight was no longer on it, it was probably just a bunch of really soft pillows.
Beside it lay another makeshift bed, a bunch of giant pink heart-shaped pillows, the kind filled with micro-sized styrofoam balls, all squooshy and fun to sink into, gathered up under some blankets. Each of the beds had another pillow at the head, and another blanket on top, though the first bed's blanket had been disturbed and an orange-and-white plush cat was curled up in it.
And the cat's tail curled; it was definitely a plush with embroidered eyes and everything... but it was animate. And it seemed to have a collar on it, too.
Doll sat back down on the bed to type to her again.]
lotsa pillos n 2 beds so wantid a sleepovir n he askt n i sed i didn't meet you yet so we shud hav a partee
party?
n thers mor pillos so we can mak anothir bed :)
n i got snacks n ice cream n its in a cewlir
culir?
[Doll looked puzzled about that word, and easily enough shrugged off the attempt to figure out how it was spelled, opting instead to simply point the phone's camera at the cooler sitting in another corner of the room. It was more of a mini-fridge, if mini-fridges were ever quite that tiny, only about the size of a microwave. It looked as though it was probably something from Crystalden, judging by its space-age-ish sort of aesthetic, and the cord from it led up outside the sheet-curtained window of Doll's plush little house, to disappear to who knew where.]
that :)
in 2 days, y?
[And then Doll did something else on the phone... and Pinkie would get the two photos Doll had sent Victor just a little while ago, of the front of Doll's plush house and the street sign near it, for the purpose of giving her directions.]
[All the things!]
Beside it lay another makeshift bed, a bunch of giant pink heart-shaped pillows, the kind filled with micro-sized styrofoam balls, all squooshy and fun to sink into, gathered up under some blankets. Each of the beds had another pillow at the head, and another blanket on top, though the first bed's blanket had been disturbed and an orange-and-white plush cat was curled up in it.
And the cat's tail curled; it was definitely a plush with embroidered eyes and everything... but it was animate. And it seemed to have a collar on it, too.
Doll sat back down on the bed to type to her again.]
lotsa pillos n 2 beds so wantid a sleepovir n he askt n i sed i didn't meet you yet so we shud hav a partee
party?
n thers mor pillos so we can mak anothir bed :)
n i got snacks n ice cream n its in a cewlir
culir?
[Doll looked puzzled about that word, and easily enough shrugged off the attempt to figure out how it was spelled, opting instead to simply point the phone's camera at the cooler sitting in another corner of the room. It was more of a mini-fridge, if mini-fridges were ever quite that tiny, only about the size of a microwave. It looked as though it was probably something from Crystalden, judging by its space-age-ish sort of aesthetic, and the cord from it led up outside the sheet-curtained window of Doll's plush little house, to disappear to who knew where.]
that :)
in 2 days, y?
[And then Doll did something else on the phone... and Pinkie would get the two photos Doll had sent Victor just a little while ago, of the front of Doll's plush house and the street sign near it, for the purpose of giving her directions.]