Rip crinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at her reflection, she hated her freckles. Adjusting her glasses, she reached for her hairbrush and ran it through her hair.

"Ein, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn, elf, zwölf, dreizehn, vierzehn, fünfzehn, sechzehn." Counting out the individual strokes, Rip didn't notice Schrödinger popping up behind her.

"Whatcha doing Rip van?" the cat-boy asked, twitching an ear.

Rip started slightly, "You should know better then to sneak up on a vampyr." She mumbled, returning her attention to her long wiry black locks. Schrö' cocked his head to one side. "What's with girls and their hair?"

"I don't know what you mean." Rip pulled her hair over her shoulder to better reach the back.

"Well take Zorin for instance, sure she doesn't't qualify as much as you, but she's dyed her hair for the fifth time this month."

Rip raised an eyebrow, "Really, what colour is it this time?" she inquired.

"Purple." Schrö' replied, batting at her curl.

Rip glared at him before rearranging her hair so that it once more fell cascade-like behind her.

Schrö's ear twitched again. "Can I ask you a question, Rip van?"

Rip picked up a tube of dark red lipstick. "That depends, if it's another question about hair, then no."

Schrö' played absent mindedly with the cap from the tube of lipstick. "No, nothing to do with hair."

Rip applied the dark makeup to her colourless lips. "What's the question?"

Schrö' handed back the cap, "Did anyone ever tell you that your freckles make you look an overgrown twelve year old?"

Rip felt the blood rise to her cheeks, "You have five seconds to get out of my room!" she growled, reaching for her musket.

Schrö' raised his hands,"Calm down Rip van." He grinned, "I was just curios."

"EIN! ZWEI! DREI!"

Schrö' shrugged and popped back out of her room.

Rip sat back down; setting her musket aside she reached for a small bottle of perfume.

She hated her freckles.