"Evelyn, what are you doing?! Stay in your seat!" Marie yells at me, irritated, as she sees me getting up from the chair and trying to leave the room.
"Big sis, I'm bored. We've been here for 20 hours, I haven't eaten anything, I haven't been to the bathroom, I haven't talked to Eve, and worst of all, I can't take care of my looks! Look at my hair, it's a mess!" I say seriously.
"Who cares about that?" When she says that, something inside me snaps.
"I CARE!" I yell, annoyed. My hair is a mess, and even though my skin is fine since I'm a living doll, my hair got all tangled and rebellious from the positions and movements.
Besides the sweat, since my doll body perfectly simulates a normal body, it ends up having many basic functions, getting rid only of the most useless ones, which means it also sweats, and so I'm sticky from the sweat that came from running around carrying balls to other rooms.
