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Sonata played along the shoreline as Porce watched a few feet back. She had insisted she couldn't get the paint in her face wet, or she'd have trouble seeing.
Moon watched them from the night sky, her light casting a soft glow on the water Sonata played in, as the girl jumped just before the seafoam hit her feet. It hit the magician too, kissing her skin and highlighting all her best features. Like she had any bad ones.
Porce didn't hear Sonata when she called out to her, inviting the doll to join. She only heard her voice; How sweet it sounded, how her name had a certain ring to it only when Sonata called it.
There was a growing voice in the back of Porce's mind, and a brief stinging on her cheek, but she ignored it. She only focused on her friend, how happy she looked playing at the water's edge, how the wind brushed past her silky black hair, so gently, so beautifully...
She was...
Follow the script.
Porce snapped out of her trance. Right, the script. What was the script? She slipped out of her shoes, her detached sleeves slipped off after, dropping them on top. It revealed floral ceramic patterns, painted light blue on both her arms, there seemed to be an odd stinging on one of them too.
This wasn't part of the script. This.... Feeling.
Sonata smiled brighter when she saw Porce walking towards her, then confusion, then fear when the doll started to run to her at full speed, water splashing once she hit it. She kicked some at Sonata's face. The magician returned the favour, and Porce's face began to smudge.
Her leg stung a little now, and her vision began to blur, but it's okay. Just for one night. She could always repaint her face again when they got back.