(re-)voicetesting post.

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❝ When is the right time for anything? Who knows? Living is an art, not a science. ❞
- The Inexplicable Logic of My Life; Benjamin Alire Saenz

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( kat has no idea when or where she learned how to do her makeup, but it sure did come in handy for the undercover op she and bill just got back from. now that they've done the debriefing thing, kat has decided to go find a party... or maybe a coffee shop, whatever. she just feels like she shouldn't waste this rare night where she has on eyeliner so sharp it could slice into the first asshole that tries to lie to her about who she is and how they met.

she lets the ~flow of the moment (maybe the remains of memories, maybe old favorites she's long forgotten) lead her into a dim, hip little shop where everyone's either talking poetry or tapping away on a laptop. first free seat she sees is next to a lone girl with some tech, so there kat goes, sitting heavily on the seat next to the girl. )

Fucking hipsters, am I right?

( she hopes this girl's not a hipster, that would be awk-ward. )