 cRaCKinG UP @ Becky w/the good hair Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Um, why WOULDN'T a girl want a mustache? Hadn't this boy been listening to like, everything Bernie had just read to him??? She squinted at him as though he were daft (he probably spent all his time liftin' weights, and no time studying) and instead looked to Becky for help.
Oh, oh dear. Her friend. The poor, awkward puff. She needed saaaaaaving! Bernie could tell from her good streaky hair. That meant SOMETHING alright.
"I'm Bernie," she also attempted to squeak, as though these were their normal speaking voices. Bernie was NOT as high-pitched as Becks though, and the squeak quickly disappeared as she continued speaking confidently about things she didn't actually know about. "And I'm no Headmaster, but I think a mustache--- well, it's like a defense thing, right? Mustaches make it harder for people to recognize your face, in case you're someone who's always running into trouble, like me, and being spotted by witnesses. After the crime, you can just bzzzzzzzz your mustache off and then look like someone new."
She opened the mustache box without further ado and began fiddling with its contents. "How's this work, anyway?" She expected the boy who could probably grow his own mustache from scratch to assist her, thanks.
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