Klaus: You need to get along, bloody hell you’re sisters !
Hope & Jo, in unison: Like sisters.
Buffy: Well at least they agreed on something.
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@thegoldenheiress liked for a small thing.
As the door to their room opens to reveal a drenched Hope, Jo’s head tilts back and she takes a rather graceless sniff. Nostrils flare before her nose wrinkles and she brings the textbook ( latin 101, as if she hasn’t been doing that enough at the school she came from ) up close to her face to hide the ever-so-growing smirk, in a way that only her eyes peek through. ❛ Thought I smelt a wet dog. Did someone finally hose you down ? ❜ She comments, voice curt and jarring. It isn’t until Hope turns to glare at her that the threat Buffy made ( that if she were to keep throwing darts at her sister, she’d sent her to that boarding school permanently ) dawns at her and she altogether drops the book on her lap, drums the pen across her digits and clears her throat as she pretends to read across the book’s pages. ❛ What I meant to say is, you look different, did you do something to your hair ? ❜ Like hell she's spending more time with Hope.
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Hope: The voices in my head tell me they don’t like you.
Jo: The voices ?
Jo: You should look into that. Jeanne d'Arc was hearing voices too and look what happened to her.
@thegoldenheiress gets an incorrect quote she didn’t ask for.
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❛ Eat shit. Also no. ❜
@thegoldenheiress
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[ TEXT TO : tribitch ] why ? got a date or something ?
[ TEXT TO : tribitch ] no, scratch that, it’d imply someone would be able to tolerate you
[ TEXT TO : tribitch ] and that’s literally impossible.
[ TEXT TO : tribitch ] anyway, fine, i’ll be there at 1.05.
@thegoldenheiress sent a text !
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@thesnowfelled sent;
" Well, it appears that we made a MESS.
Think our parents can handle cleaning this up while we go to Italy ? "
featuring tribrid ! Hope & slaypire ! Jo
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ It’s only a mess if you leave it a mess. ❜ The slaypire hummed as she fished for the lighter in the back pocket of her jeans only to wave it before Hope’s eyes seconds after she’d found it. ❛ Your dad’s a PSYCHO and my mom is the definition of a CONTROL FREAK; if those two team up they’ll be a serious pain in our arses so what they don’t know won’t hurt THEM and, consequently, US. So, I say you incedia the evidence and we can FINALLY go to Italy. Deal ? ❜
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