She hadn't drawn blood blood but she still winced a little from the scratch. Slightly long sharp nails were nothing unusual for the woman who spent almost as much time on her manicure as she did her figure. What was unusual however, was the slight discolored tint to her nails, and the fact they appeared ever so slightly thicker than usual. Subtle details that were lost on the bedheaded newscaster in her sleepy stupor. She was distracted easily by the morning light playing across her nails, unpainted but buffed to a glossy sheen. April flexed her fingers, turning them this way and that as she idly admired the pointed tips that adorned each digit.
After a moment inspecting her nails, April stretched to her feet with a long, yawning sigh.
"Mmmmrrrreeeaah!"
The finely toned muscles on her back flickered a moment as a few soft pops and cracks came from her spine. She rolled her shoulders in relief and buttoned up her pants, careful not to accidentally nip the skin again.
April cleared her throat and found herself unable to rid herself of the chesty rattle that had taken a hold of her voice-box
"Jeez, what did I smoke last night?"
She paused a moment and pinched her brow quizzically as she still struggled to piece together various foggy memories, but very quickly all causes of concern washed into the background. Her delicately chiseled nose twitched.
The scent of coffee was calling to her.
Bonaparte
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