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The porcelain woman turned, skewed eyes filled with the laughter that would not pass her lips. When she did not want to voice her words, she most definitely wouldn’t, no matter how hard you tried. Pointing to her lips, she shushed the girl, then brought her finger to her head, ‘If you listen close enough, you could hear me speak.’ 

Her lips had not moved, but the voice was able to be heard. It was something Lucifer had allowed her seeing as she preferred not to talk when around others. Signing was what she enjoyed, and she’d be damned if she sang everything.

The girl’s eyebrows shot up. She shouldn’t be surprised, the twists and turns this place could throw seemed to never end, still she most certainly hadn’t been expecting to hear the porcelain woman’s voice when her lips were pressed together. She nodded her head in reply, rendered momentarily dumb struck.

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Oh teenagers could be so sassy. Resting her blonde curls upon the rose tinted tulle at her shoulder, the marionette poked her chest, then once more poked at Angel’s, displaying her disagreement with the girl’s previous statement. Pirouetting, she moved towards the tents, not even having to beckon for Angel to follow, just assuming she would understand.

With a huffy little sigh the girl followed. Her experiences with Doll had varied from terrifying to damn near heart warming, the danger was never knowing which to expect. Still, she was a girl used to looking up to the older carnies as authority so when Doll beckoned she followed. 

“You know, this whole mute act stopped being darling like a century ago.” The girl’s accent had nearly faded by then, merely shading her words as opposed to dominating them like when she first arrived.