D-dee was quite tall for a ten-year-old. She was nearly as tall as Twist, at 1.4 meters in height.
She was a skinny little girl with a small round face and black, glossy hair that draped over to the back of her head as immaculate double Dutch braids; they were pretty long, reaching just below her shoulder blades. She was as pale-skinned as Bee, with eyes so livid with disinterest that they looked like half circles, a cute button nose, and large ears.
Ess had not been surprised at all to find that her fashion sense had not changed in the last few years. She wore a black dress with large, white polka dots and white sneakers. They were clean, to her credit, but a bit oversized.
If it weren't for the vibrant plum glow of her eyes, you would assume she was an ordinary little girl, especially with the way she was walking around hugging a set of thick books.
D-dee walked up to Ess and fixed him with a gaze that stank of suspicion and disinterest.
