This arrival would be an invisible one, mirroring the things on one side to the opposite side of her flesh. Such an act was like solving a rubix cube for a human, fun but also something one had to be entirely focused on until it became much the same as riding a bike. Waiting a moment to check if the streets were empty before the Golden Rose's door flung open without someone behind or in front of it. Smiling faintly as she became satisfied with the emptiness, she would slip inside. Making haste to enter silently, without so much as a creak from the door. Only the very faint click of it being shut again signaled her entrance, and in that same moment, the active camouflage of sorts was gone. That familiar off-white silhouette of a body, the body of a thirteen year old girl, modest and only bearing the most delicate of curvature. Long hair fell just past the median of her back, its ends pointed, slender, and solid like her fingers. Each lock of hair was much more like a tentacle, without the furry edges most dreadlocks had, and without the staggered lengths or uneven sections.
Sauntering over to the couches, her short form of no more than five foot two would approach one from the back. Planting a hand upon its highest point, she twisted the wrist and flicked herself over the back to land upon it and bounce a bit. Sighing softly through a mouth that seemed to slowly grow from a small line, to bear full lips and an ever so faint smile. Behind her, a long slender tail had kept her balance while leaping the couch, for now, it simply draped over the edge, it's harpoon like end bearing multiple backwards fins all in a single row. As she fell into relaxation, leaning backwards against the couch, tiny lines of lime green would crawl over her flesh, drawing curls and designs only to fade back under her flesh again as if they had only come to the surface for air.
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