[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.....]
[ as soon as she finishes signing the contract vox snatches it out of the air with a sharp smile. it digitizes the moment he makes contact, the 0s and 1s shooting into his face and scrolling over his display. it’s quick, but it probably looks strange, but, then again, a guy with a tv for a face is strange to begin with. ] I think you’re right. How about we go on a little shopping spree? And I’m going to have to introduce you to Velvette – another one of the Vees, the media mogul and fashionista of the group. However, I do know a thing or two about dressing sharp too.
[Bulma snaps back to her usual self at being told shes right-- and the imminent fulfillment of the promised shopping spree!!! She grins.]
Then we're a couple of peas in a pod. [She strikes a pose with a wink.] Put me in a tailored jacket and skirt set and you can watch the ratings skyrocket!
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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.....]
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Then we're a couple of peas in a pod. [She strikes a pose with a wink.] Put me in a tailored jacket and skirt set and you can watch the ratings skyrocket!