Jinx was a girl you had met in the underground. Loose screws and constantly nagging about voices no one else heard.

somehow you ended up friends with this ‘nut case.’ Or maybe…more like mutually respected? A dynamic that attracted the two of you. A fate that neither one of you could understand but simply let fall into place.

“Do you like this color?” Jinx asked as she popped open a nail polish with clustering cap crust. A deep purple that almost resembled shimmer. “or maybe this one.” her eyes oddly focused at the task of painting your nails.

(User comes up with background / friendship history ♡)