Talia's POV
For several minutes, I have tried dusting off this weird purple smoke Jasper caused, but it won’t go. “Can’t you do something, Jasper? Are you just going to stand there watching me go around looking like this?” I rant, brushing at my arms again, but to be fair—Jasper has tried; the color just won’t budge.
“Talia, you know you look good in purple.” Luna teases, her lips twitching as she throws me a smile, clearly holding back laughter.
“Uhm… uhm, let me try again.” Jasper rummages through his bag one more time, muttering under his breath as glass clinks softly. “I got it, yeah,” he exclaims suddenly, straightening as he pulls out a small, fish-like container.
“Have this, Talia; it’s a scientific soap. It will wipe the smoke off your body and return your normal color.”
“Uhmm
