[ Here's the thing — Red's been on works of art before. Posters, billboards, it comes with the territory of marketing yourself to the public. She's used to it; in fact, one would even say that returning to anonymity was the stranger part, somehow.
But this? This isn't something she can just move on from.
She's not sure whether to laugh or frown, in all honesty — the image seems to have gotten most of her features correct, from the bright blue eyes to a colorful sword at her side, but also ...
( She walks up to Bev, phone in hand, already typing up a message out. She holds the screen up up, turning back to give the picture one last, pained look. ) ]
You'd think it's the easy part. [ Considering you know, her hair is red. But no, her picture has bright blue hair. Thanks for nothing. ]
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But this? This isn't something she can just move on from.
She's not sure whether to laugh or frown, in all honesty — the image seems to have gotten most of her features correct, from the bright blue eyes to a colorful sword at her side, but also ...
( She walks up to Bev, phone in hand, already typing up a message out. She holds the screen up up, turning back to give the picture one last, pained look. ) ]
You'd think it's the easy part. [ Considering you know, her hair is red. But no, her picture has bright blue hair. Thanks for nothing. ]