Gwen hummed, looking around before opening the book she took and confused at the weird pictures.
What was a cunt?
Was this a comic? It looked like gross romance and weird scenes where private parts were exposed to innocent eyes, her eyes.
She continued to flip through them, her curiosity growing. It was a good distraction from the temporary -hopefully temporary- loss of her voices.
Someone walked into the laundry room, where she was, and she saw it was Jane.
"Hi Jane!" Gwen said happily, waving. The sorta scary but no so woman waved back. "What's a cunt?"
The black haired woman tensed, staring with confusion and cringe at the question.
"This weird magazine says it a lot, like 'He bent down and began to lick her cu-"
She was cut off as Jane grabbed the magazine and looked over it, feeling an embarrassed blush coming up. "This needs to be burned." She said, ripping it and stuffing it into a trash. "And the ashes need to be burnt again and sent far away."
"Liiike, the ocean?" She suggested, still unaware of anything.
"Yes, let's go do so."
Timeskip of the two watching the burning
Paper return to hell
Gwen hummed happily, walking with Jane to the mansion.
"Don't grab magazines like that ever." She said, now aware of how innocent the teen was.
"Okey." She said.
"Bet it was Jeff's, the perv." She muttered.
"Your hair's pretty." She chirped, reaching out for a strand. The woman flinched out of instinct. "Can I play with it?"
Jane tilted her head. "Okay."
Gwen grinned happily and reached out her hand to the pretty hair, separating a few strands and twisting them in small braids.
Jane stayed still, eye twitching at the occasional hard tug.
(I'm so confused, I dunno if I am doing the masked Jane or the very much used Jane who's mask does facial expressions and she doesn't appear to have the leathery brown skin.
Imma just use that one, it's easier. Sorry😩)
"Done!" Gwen said, backing up proudly and studying her work.
Jane got up and went inside, walked past to the bathroom and looked at the proud teen's work. "Nice, I like it." She said, noticing the smile of the girl, who stood beside her.
"Thanks! Sometimes, I braided my Dad's hair whenever he napped." LJ usually liked it, but not the effort to take them out. Gwen has swift hands.
Jane nodded and looked at the girl, now noticing that she stood past her shoulders. Was she that tall? She never paid attention.
"How, how old are you again?" Jane asked.
"17, gonna be 18 in two months." Gwen chirped, grinning. Despite how much candy she consumed daily, she had healthy teeth.
"Hm." Jane said, raising a brow. Only about 7 years behind her (I'm making her 25, Jeff's around the same age)
Gwen grinned. "Welp, I'm gonna go, find Sally and maybe play with her hair." She waved before walking out.
Jane waved to her back and studied her hair some more. No one braided her hair since she was younger.
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