Name: Tuesday
Nicknames: Day, Two, Daisy
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A scattering of sunlight flashed into the eyes of the children, laughing as the scathing heat of a long walk left red marks on their skin. A set of little pigtails bounced, and the tallest one in the group scoffed, leaning back and tilting her headphones to the side.
Soon the toppling of notes filled the outer rims of her brain, she could still hear the other three giggling on around her. "
Wesley," The smallest- along with her Siamese connecting double, with his rather bright hair and matching eyes, her hands covered in paint and her pigtails on an endless dance, spoke.
"You never stay still enough anyway." The one and only Wesley strutted foreword, his taller sibling pulling her headphones up onto her ears when Westleys and her eyes made contact. His chilled out gaze became misshapened for a moment, the little flower intricately sewn onto the collar of his shirt taking the place of the most vivid thing to do with Wesley... But soon his teeth were showing again.
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You can't blame me Days, I've got a lot of more important things to do." The red paint, slowly drying on the little girls hands, with help from the sunlight, almost caught his face for that comment. Tuesday's hands, taken over by bright colors, reached out and grabbed her twin brothers cheek, a little laughter cascading from her lips when he went "
Oh." There was utter surprise on his face, enough to make him look like a confused bab, with the widest of eyes.
His left cheek became a canvas of violets and blues, and of course, a solid strong red sat beside the mixture of other colors.
Hopscotch and bubblegum
Cannot sing to save her life. Barely listens to music, only when doing something fashion related.
Loves fashion and making accesories
Always chooses her own clothes
Plays with her hair when nervous
Uncle Gaston scares her
Loves to beat on her twin brother
very effeminate in many ways
Loves graffiti
Always bothering Anya for her headphones
Usually uses Wesley as her model as he likes the attention
She has taken her paints outside and graffitied a wall, under more professional graffiti on the wall, more than a few times- and her siblings know this
Loves dancing
Despises making voices with dollies like some of the girls do in school/day care
Wants a gun, wants to be a spy at times, the one pretend thing that has stayed, loves being sneaky- and stealing things
Is a little too good at pick pocketing, because she did it when she was younger and didn't get caught, so she just kept at it
She can almost always take things from her brothers pockets
Kisses her moms eyes before going to sleep