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“The Ginger Twins is the obvious choice from a campus full of guys that sent you that photo! ” she lightly joked, nodding in agreement as they were nice names, but definitely nothing to rave about if they really out there saving the world. “Ooo, wigs don’t sound bad at all. As long as they’re not too light or dark. Do you think we can pull off blonde? That would be a twist!” She gleamed at the entire idea, though it was a distant dream the thought wasn’t a bad one at all. She turned her attention to the photo topic again. “That could be true too…it could have just been a complete accident and I pray it’s nothing life-threatening. I think it’s better that way if you block them. We’ll never truly know, but at least they won’t have to bother you again.” Anya cackled at Anne’s reaction to her semi-confession. It was just a thought. A high possibility, but how would she ever know? Anya wasn’t even from this time and wasn’t sure if she would ever see him again or if she would return home back to her time. “I think I would. With someone, I’m very close to, but I really don’t think I’ll ever see that person again. I really don’t think there’s much of point either, but I suppose it’s something fun people do in relationships,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes before shrugging. “I have no idea why men say and do half the things that cross their minds. Surely, that’s a mystery that’ll stick around forever.”
Anne tilted her head, studying her friend, imagining blonde hair in place of the reddish-brown that actually was on Anya’s head. Perhaps she wouldn’t look so good with hair that was so blonde that it might as well be white— but blondish-brown hair? That would look stunning on the other girl... although she was fairly sure that Anya could pull off any hair color— screw her earlier comment. “You’d look wonderful as a blonde. My complexion is a little too pale for blonde, I think— but I suppose it would be better than black.” She shook her head, remembering her failed attempt at dying her hair— that had been tragical, to say the least. “We could even put on accents, although that might be a little counterproductive. We’d probably end up spending our nights of vigilantism cackling at the way we speak.” It would be a fun and amusing exercise in self-restraint though, she had to admit. She pressed a couple buttons on her phone, finally blocking the number before turning back to her friend, leaning closer as she continued to speak. “I suppose it would be fun. I’m no expert on that side of relationships— or anything romantical, no matter how much I wish I had more experience. Romance is something I’ve only ever experienced in books, if I’m being completely honest.” It wasn’t that she needed to be in love, it was simply something she was curious about. She didn’t live her life waiting for love, but she did wish she was better versed in it all. “It seems that no matter the century, boys and men will never fail to baffle us with their idiocy and general demeanor.”














