But what if Eleven never sees her own reflection until she returns to Hawkins for good? What if she can feel the soft fluffiness of her hair, but she doesn’t know what it looks like? The first time she looks in the mirror again, after all they’ve been through, she sees gentle, brown curly hair and says decisively with the brightest smile in years, “Pretty”
Sorry for the lack of art this Friday. Mod’s been busy with last minute visits with friends and preparing to go back down to college. So here’s an animation of Agny forever attempting to pack away her 3DS, pillow, and assortment of stolen clothing.