Stab.
Nothing.
Stab.
Still nothing.
Stab!
The portrait tile machine- pardon, “foam” was what she believed they called the device, was not submitting to her will. Taunting her, the glowing picture darkened with the words “enter pin”. Perhaps it required a different sort of pin than the sewing needle she had borrowed from Skye. The kind with the red marble on top instead of the green might fare better, or the purple one. She had inserted this needle into the hole on the top of the foam multiple times with no result so it certainly was not the correct one.
Oh certainly, she could have asked either Skye or Rhiannon how to use the device they loaned her, but they already had too many questions regarding her background as it was. Whenever either sister passed by where she sat in the cafe next to the “vegan”, still didn’t know what that meant, blackberry pastries on display that were slowly diminishing in number- not that she had anything to do with that- she casually placed the foam in her lap under the table. The less they knew, the better.
Azula glared at the foam in irritation as it turned back off. She proceeded to drum her long nails against the carrot orange surface of the table.
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