Little Oren Annie.

[impy]

Icy: Hey, there's some new chick running around nekkid. Thought you should know before she scares the kiddies.
What kiddies?
Icy: Idunno, but aren't people always saying, "what about the children?" Anyway, naked pink chick. You might want to check that out.


Icy: See? Nekkid. Though if she did her hair just right you might never know. You gonna do something about this?


Oren: Hullo. If you're done looking at me, I was wondering if you had any idea who I might be? I can't really remember much.


Icy: ... Not a clue, dollface. Tell you what, you stay right there and I'll go rustle you up some clothes.
Oren: But-
Icy: Stay!


Icy: Aha, this is perfect.


Icy: Here! Now put some clothes on, woman! You're scaring the children.
Oren: What children?
Icy: ...nevermind.


Oren: She's a bit over the top, huh? Still, the dress is perfect...


Oren: Well, what do you think?


Icy: I knew it. Some of us just have a natural eye...
Oren: Hey, what's that?
Icy: Huh?


Oren: Hello? Is anyone there? I could have sworn I heard something.


Icy: Step aside, Pink. Trust me, there's always someone in one of these boxes. You'd think, with your big heads, you'd be smart enough to not go climbing into boxes but nooo. Fragile? Feh.


Icy: Hey, what's that in the corner?


Oren: Oooh, gimme a sec. *carefully pulls the envelope out, avoiding the tape, and sits down*


Oren: I wonder...
Icy: Could you possibly take any longer opening a stupid envelope?


Oren: She's... naked. What an odd..
Icy: What is this, invasion of the naked dolls?
Well, I happen to love it.
Icy: Well, you're weird.


Icy: Wheeeeeeee! Bubble angels!
You were saying something about weird?


Icy: Why do I bother? None of these boxes ever have anything for me. Never.
Anne: If you could let me out, that'd be great, thanks.


Anne: Oh, another picture? All right then...


Anne: Hi there! My name is-
[off-camera, Little Anne]: Don't you dare say Anne! I got here first and I'm keeping the name, and no, you can't be Annie since that's my name too! Find your own name, thanks.
Anne-who-obviously-can't-be-Anne: ...So. What's my name?
I'm working on that...
Not!Anne: Excellent. Hi there, again.


Icy: Well, my work here is done. Pinky, your card says your name is Oren. But it also said there were 600 or something of you, and I only see the one, so I'm guessing I read it wrong. Or else you're a clone. But for now I'd go with Oren. Red, Oren. Oren, Red.



We'll gush about Annie first and probably Oren tomorrow. Anne is my first purchase from pullipstyle and as such, whorage to pullipstyle. ;) It's nice getting your dolly crack exactly when you're told it should arrive and that's within a few days. :D Plus, as Icy and Oren will show you, I got a nifty Pullip postcard that will go up on the bookcase o-Pullips. *happy dance* I love little things like that. and the best bit? Really, really nice. I don't know if that can ever be stressed enough. Now I just kick myself for not ordering from them earlier. :p

As for the doll, somehow she gives the impression of being smaller than the other girls. I don't know why or how, but she does. I wonder if it'll be the same way when I redress her? She's adorable though. Smitten! Oddly enough, she's also the youngest of my dolls [newest] and the oldest [in terms of production]... Which is amusing. However, if the sneaky pullipstyle has their way, someone else will claim that honor shortly.

Hurry up payday. I have to pay off Paja!

Oh, and I feel like I'm on fire, but apparently I'm freezing to the touch. o_O