[Bulma preens at the praise, drinking it in and nourishing her ego even further.]
All and then some.
[Very proudly she snatches that pen, eyeing the contract reverently. Truly it feels like her own golden ticket, and isn't it? She pretends to skim it, letting her eyes glaze over the page as she imagines how good this will be for her. It must look very mature and responsible, the way she really gives it a second thought. All too eagerly, she gives up that pretense and lowers the pen to the page--]
Bulma Briefs
[No spark, no smoke, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe a soul isn't such a big deal. As soon as it's done, set in stone, the pen dissolves from her hand. She blinks at it before turning her attention back to Vox.]
A change of plans needs a change of wardrobe, don't you think?
[Can you imagine her in a cute little reporter gettup? Think about it.... think about it.....]
no subject
All and then some.
[Very proudly she snatches that pen, eyeing the contract reverently. Truly it feels like her own golden ticket, and isn't it? She pretends to skim it, letting her eyes glaze over the page as she imagines how good this will be for her. It must look very mature and responsible, the way she really gives it a second thought. All too eagerly, she gives up that pretense and lowers the pen to the page--]
Bulma Briefs
[No spark, no smoke, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe a soul isn't such a big deal. As soon as it's done, set in stone, the pen dissolves from her hand. She blinks at it before turning her attention back to Vox.]
A change of plans needs a change of wardrobe, don't you think?
[Can you imagine her in a cute little reporter gettup? Think about it.... think about it.....]