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And you already know what Erik wore mmkay bye -::-
"Can you close your eyes? In the name of Bast!" Shuri says, adding more of that white stuff on my face. I roll my eyes but let her finish.
"With the amount of makeup you're putting on my face, I feel like you're just painting on me." I raise an eyebrow and she laughs.
"I'm painting you to PERFECTION, sweetie. Trust me, you're gonna love this." She says, grinning evilly.
"Why don't you put one of those plates in my mouth too, while you're at it."
"It can be arranged." I gasp, before making a sign that I was gonna shut up. She laughs, before moving away from my face and telling me to open my eyes.
I look in the mirror, smiling at my reflection.
"Wow. Shuri..."
"Its what you Americans call... lit? Yeah."
"I'm as Wakandan as you, sweetie." I remind her.
"Don't get cocky. Anyone can speak Wakandan."
"As fluently as me? And I've been here for only a month."
"Touché." She says, running behind a column to bring back a dress.
"Why did you pick out a dress anyway? I was gonna wear-"
"If you say the black dress I am going to throw you in front of a wild Rhino." She says, cutting me off while bringing a different dress out. It was off the shoulder, floor length, with multiple African designs on it, and, damn. I think tears sprung into my eyes.
"It's almost as beautiful as me." I say, wiping fake tears, Shuri nudges me as she hands me the dress.
"I tried to incorporate your, 'American' fashion sense into it. I just don't know if I did a good job."
"Would my fake crying be this good if you didn't? You slay, sis." I then furrow my eyebrows, remembering that there's something I have to do.
"I hope that's a good thing." She sighs, leading me out of the lab.
-::-
"You're acting like this is the Royal Wedding." I roll my eyes as the multiple Dora's surround me, clouding me and T'Challa as we walk up to the aircraft thing.
"It might as well be." I hear someone shout 'There is the future Queen!' And security becomes even tighter. I hurriedly enter the aircraft, sighing.
"I'm going to end up being the future queen either way, aren't I?" He laughs.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." I sit down, clicking my tongue at him and turning on the television.
