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“A makeover?” her face scrunched, “Thanks, but I don’t think so…” She would rather not offend Phil, but she simply did not understand, nor particularly care for, Phil’s ‘style’ per say. Crossing her legs, she let the hair fall in front of her face, liking the feeling of it. It made her feel comfortable, like she was safe behind her hair and look.

They reached the end of the trees and the planks slowed, it was too risky to get off any closer. Illiana hopped off her board, smoothing her skirt as she did so. The rest of the way was on foot, unfortunately. Illiana didn’t like to walk, she would rather not when she could use a lot less effort in moving. Granted, she was quite lazy.