Zara Singh Rajput

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hrhagnes‌:

             ‘         only way golf could be remotely fun ,       would be a golf - themed orgy or something like that .         ‘                              strong      words for capping a fruitless debate .                 immediately at zara’s words ,        agnes laughde lightly and shook her head .                             ‘       hell   no ,        but i won’t be sneaking out anymore ,        i won’t be pretending to be good and quiet ,       because my debt will be paid and my life will be sold and therefore my life will be      mine      for the first time ever .                 full circle ,     baby .       ‘                           it would be a relief to be out of her parent’s radar and grasp ,       for once and for all .                and once they’d said      i do ,        NO TAKEBACKS .                   it didn’t really matter whether they’d love eachother ,       or even like one another ,       it didn’t matter if they ended up separated after the first two months ,           all that mattered was that she’d be        far ,        and she’d never step a foot back in belgium .                    rolling her eyes ,        agnes elbowed her friend and partner in crime .                                ‘         well ,       you high five them while      naaaaaas     scolds them ,          sounds like a plan .        ‘                      she winked ,        smirking cheekily .                              ‘        while we’re on it ,        how’re things with the missus - to - be ?       ‘

“what would a golf-themed orgy even look like?” Zara asked, though not entirely sure she actually wanted to hear the answer. “i don’t know how you’re okay with this. marrying someone you don’t know or give a fuck about. assuming you live a full life and he lives a full life, you’re going to be stuck in a loveless marriage for a long ass time. you really think you can survive a hundred christmases, a hundred birthdays and a hundred trips with someone you couldn’t give less of a fuck about? you okay with living that life?” Zara couldn’t see herself living in such manner. it had been her fear for the longest time that she would have to, out of obligation to her father and duty to her country. when Nas had turned out to be her future wife, she couldn’t have been happier since she was someone Zara loved being around and genuinely cared deeply for and not some random stranger. she could live her entire life with Nas, happily. she shrugged in response to the question. “she’s gone home because her dad might be about to kick it, but i don’t think you really wanna know how she is. you wanna know HOW she is.” she smirked with the emphasis at ‘how’. “fine as all hell, as per usual. and still my best friend and nothing more.”

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hrhnasrin‌:

              when zara leaned forward ,      for even a split second ,      nasrin thought that she’d …         kiss her ,        her chest automatically tightened and she could feel her heart thrumming in her ears with this       sickening       way it had taken to deafening her whenever zara lingered that way .                   but as fast as the illusion had grown ,      it had also died down and the iranian was quick to hush her roaring thoughts and the desire ,      the impulse to close the distance herself ,        curling back into that mental spot in which she’d began harboring those nauseating surges of sentiment .                 she held the other girl’s hand with a kind of certainty ,        and though the words spoken in her natal tongue made her breath catch for a second ,       she was quick          ( and a second too slow )           to roll her eyes with a gentle smile upon her lips .                        ‘      you’re getting better .      ‘                        nasrin complimented her in a soft voice ,        lifting her hand for brushing back a loose strand of hair from zara’s cheek .                                  ‘       could be ,       and considering         father         is bed - ridden ,         i’m sure it wasn’t too hard to persuade him …          maybe .        ‘                                in any case ,        nasrin counted herself damn lucky .                she’d never come ot to her family ,       though she knew they all suspected ,        but she knew for her father the confirmation would mean a possible disowning and that was just …         not something nasrin was willing to risk .

“please, that deserved so much more than ‘you’re getting better’.” she protested. “you try finding a Persian teacher in New York fucking city, and then make time to go for classes in between juggling Juilliard and performing off broadway.” she felt something as Nas pulled back a loose strand of hair from her face, something too elusive to name, but nice. but she didn’t let herself dwell on the feeling for longer than a moment. “probably. but from what you’ve told me about your dad, i’m sure the old sod would have required some convincing even if he is extremely sick.” then she took a beat, considering if she really wanted to bring up what she was thinking. her curiosity getting the better of her, she asked. “how’re you feeling about that, by the way? your dad y’know....dying. i know you guys don’t get along, but still....are you okay? do you want to talk about it?” she offered. she couldn’t imagine herself in Nasrin’s shoes, if anything were to happen to her dad, she wouldn’t know how to function.

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viinays‌:

“I’m not nine anymore, Zara, I won’t fall for that again,” Vin rolled his eyes while the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. There were still, of course, some tricks that Zara could pull that would get him, but he could spot that particular one a mile away. “Then I’m here to make sure you don’t do anything too stupid or reckless. Only marginally stupid or reckless things will be accepted tonight,” He teased. After all, even Vin only had so much power over Zara. Even though he was taller than her, there wasn’t much he could stop her from doing once she put her mind to it.

“What? Oh, no one. I…just thought I heard someone call my name,” He quickly shook his head at her question. “But I guess I must have misheard.” The last person he’d tell was Zara. If he told her he’d been (partially) hoping to see Marcos, he’d never hear the end of it. And so what if he did see Marcos? It wouldn’t be like he’d do anything about it anyway. “Well, as your big brother,” He continued, hoping to shift the subject away from who he was not looking for in the crowd. “I’m supposed to worry about you. You’re not apart of a secret drug cartel, are you?” He raised a brow, only for a moment before he shook his head. “You know what, don’t answer that. Because if it’s yes, at least I can truthfully play the ignorance card,” Vin had learned long ago that it was best he didn’t know all of Zara’s antics. “I can promise this full head of hair isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. And out of the two of us, I don’t think I’m the one on the path towards alcoholism. But thank you for worrying about me, even if you don’t have to. It is nice to hear.”

“oh yeah Vin, i am a part of a secret drug cartel. Agnes started it and i just help her run it. we only sell to VIPS, y’know rich kids and royals and stuff. i have a burner phone for that very purpose, and i absolutely play a character inspired by Pablo Escobar when we’re meeting suppliers.” her words came off as pure sarcasm, but in her head Zara was laughing holding her stomach at how every word of that happened to be true. “now when they ask you in court if you knew about my illegal dealings, you don’t have plausible deniability because i spelled it out for you right there. see you in jail. but no wait, that implies i’ll actually get caught.”

“you’re right, out of the two of us it is much more likely that the hedonistic thespian will end up in and out of rehab. my goal is to go out like Marlyn Monroe, overdose on pills early in life and have one hell of a funeral. i wanna go out in style.” she declared, raising her glass for dramatic effect. “plus, if i die young, Nas can get remarried to someone she actually loves and hasn’t been forced into marriage with, even if that person is as amazing as me.” then a smirk appeared on her face as a thought struck her “and maybe i could blame Marcos for my death in my note, then you can be free of him....don’t worry, i’m just joking....am i though? yeah i am....am i though?”

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viinays‌:

“I said I’m going to put on an orange wig and dance in the middle of the crowd for everyone to see,” Vin said. He doubted that Zara was still listening to him in the slightest, and he couldn’t exactly blame her. He was worried about Nas too, though certainly not nearly as much as Zara was. “I’m sure you’ll be the first person she’ll call if she needs someone to talk to,” He reminded, hoping to make Zara feel somewhat better.

Still, to some extent, he was impressed that she was able to down the entire glass of champagne within seconds. “I’m…not a square,” He argued back, furrowing his brows. “And, alright, I think most people would rather be here with Meryl Streep instead of their betrothed. Especially instead of their older brother,” He agreed. Knowing that Nas was now off limits, he wasn’t quite sure how else to keep Zara entertained for the evening without either of them getting in trouble. “Fine, then I’m here to make sure you don’t drink until you pass out,” Even though he figured they both knew that was a lie. He still planned on keeping an eye on her, at least offering her the occasional glass of water so the hangover that would undoubtably happen in the morning wouldn’t be too terrible. At the mention of his fiancé, Vin’s eyes flickered around the room, part of him hoping they’d land on Marcos, though he kept that information to himself. “I promise you won’t have to worry about me tonight, Zara.”

“perfect little square, SAY WHAT?” she rushed out with a smirk. the fact that her brother was a ‘square’, happened to be one of her favourite things about Vinay, not that she would ever say that to him. he took the responsibilities of everyone around him on his own shoulders, and she knew that was going to be the reason that he would be a good king. but saying that to him would destroy Zara’s entire ‘too cool for real emotions’ factor, and so she refused to tell him that ( her plan was to say it on her deathbed eventually ). 

she snorted in ridicule. “both of us know that is exactly what’s going to happen. Nostradamus himself, wrote that it would.” while she knew even her protective, responsible brother couldn’t stop her from drinking till she could no longer walk straight, she knew that she didn’t have to worry about her actions once drunk now that he was around. he’d keep her out of trouble. or he’d try, at least. “who you hopin’ to catch ?” she curiously asked taking another sip, when she saw him scan the room, hopefully it seemed. “i always worry about you Vin, and i always will. i worry some day you’re gonna find out that i secretly operate a drug cartel, i worry that your hair’s soon gonna start falling because of the amount of stress you take and i worry that that future husband of yours might drive you to alcoholism with his antics. i worry....because i care.” 

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viinays‌:

@hrh-zara

Vin regretted coming to the ball about five minutes after arriving. It wasn’t that he hated parties (although he wasn’t particularly fond of them either), he just wasn’t particularly interested in spending his entire night trying to avoid Marcos, who he definitely didn’t like. Except he was now trying to do everything possible to not even think of Marcos; he was here with Zara, and although it might be a little weird that he was attending a Valentine’s day ball with his sister, he wanted to put any and all thoughts of Marcos out of his head to try and have a decent time with Zara.

“You know, I still can’t figure out how you can manage to drink this for breakfast,” Vin absently said, looking from the glass in his hand back to his sister. He’d already gone through his first drink and was well through his second and could feel his head fuzzing. “Have you heard any word from Nas? Is her and her dad doing alright?” He decided to ask. “Or is that an off-limits topic for tonight? Sorry, I know you’d rather be here with her.”

“i’m sorry, what did you say?” Zara said, still not looking up from her phone, texting Nas with a concentrated expression. Zara was usually socialising at such events, trying to create some sort of mild scene perhaps, but Nas’s absence had turned her off of any of that. she kept her phone away with a sigh after a momet, “this is stupid. worrying about her constantly, keeping tabs on her...it’s stupid! and obsessive and i have to stop.” with that she took a champagne glass off a tray. it didn’t take her longer than half a minute to chug down the entire contents of it. 

“you can’t do that, because you’re a square, Vin. a square. yes of course i’d rather be with her, she’s my best friend. but you know who’s the second person i want to be here with?....Meryl Streep, but don’t worry, you’re in the top 10.” she joked, taking yet another champagne glass for herself. “that topic is absolutely off limits, i don’t wanna think about it anymore. she’ll call me if there’s anything to tell. until she does, i’m going to try and enjoy this boring-ass party. and keep your stupid-ass fiancé away from you. i’m your bouncer for the evening, basically.”

[hrh-zara]

viinays‌: 

“I know you haven’t, Choti, and that’s why I love you,” Vin rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but smile. He had a list that was miles long of all of Zara’s bad decisions. And those were only the ones he knew about. “Yes, that smile of his is the worst. Whenever he grins I just know he’s going to say something annoying. And he just never stops talking. I don’t think he has an off switch. Where does he get all that energy from?” Vin groaned. “I’m not stupid, Zara. You don’t need to give me the ‘don’t-go-with-strangers’ talk. I needed to get my phone fixed, and he was there. He’s not exactly a stranger, but there’s no way I’m spending any more time with him than necessary.”

“well if you love me so much, you have to come to this ball with me. Nas’s dad is sick, he might actually die, so she’s gone back home." and i can’t spend that time alone because i’m worried sick about her, she thought but didn’t add. “and while i could get a date in about 5 seconds, i have decided to grace you with my company instead.” she grinned, pretending as if she were doing some big favour to him. “yeah he doesn’t, does he? fuck, and i thought i was talkative. another reason why you absolutely need to go with me: it would fucking piss him off.” and pissing off her future brother-in-law was fast becoming one of her great missions in life. “you LITERALLY just met him, he’s a stranger.” she argued.

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viinays‌:

“Entertaining is certainly one way to describe it. But knowing that you listen to your gut instead of your brain definitely explains a lot.” Vin teased. He’d hoped that Zara hadn’t noticed his smile falter. But, if she did, she didn’t seem to bring it up. He was in the clear. For now. “Wait, hold on,” Vin continued, taking a moment to backtrack. “He told you we went on a date? I’d hardly consider going to a phone repair shop to get my screen fixed a date.” Vin explained to her. “For your information, no. I’m not. I can’t stand that…that annoying smile of his. It’s like he knows exactly what to say to bother me,” He insisted. “I can promise you that I only went with him because he knew of a place that I could get my phone fixed.”

“i know, i use my gut all the time, which is the reason why i have never, EVER made a bad decision. EVER.” she was basically openly challenging him at this point now, she knew he had an entire arsenal full of bad choices she had made over the years. “yeah he said ‘date’, like it was some extremely romantic thing. so you DIDN’T go on one? Oh thank fuck.” she leaned back with a relieved sigh. she raised an eyebrow at him “his smile? i can’t stand his face. ‘a place to get your phone fixed’? how naive are you Bhai { bro }, that is the most see-through set-up EVER. how could you not see that as him very clearly trying to lure you away on a date and spend time with you? how will you ever survive in this big bad world, Bhai, if you’re just gonna trust random dudes.” she knew that Vinay was much more equipped to handle the world when it came to responsibilities and duties, but Zara liked to think that she was street smart, and thus better at handling situations she called ‘real life problems’. 

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viinays‌:

“For a lot of reasons, actually. The first one that comes to mind? Being able to properly think for a change,” Vin countered. Of course, he still wouldn’t trade Zara for the world. Even if it meant he got a few more quiet moments in his life. His smile faltered for just half a second, hopefully not long enough for Zara to notice, but he couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to return to India with their father’s illness. There was the possibility that he wouldn’t be around next year, which was the absolute last thing that Vin ever wanted to think about. So he tried not to, focusing on Zara and her plans for the future instead. “…Are you talking about Marcos?” Vin asked. “Annoying? Yes. But I don’t know if I’d call him a…little bitch.”

“thinking is overrated too. i personally prefer to make all decisions using my gut instead of my brain. i get better, more entertaining, results that way.” this time when her brother’s expression changed, she caught how exactly. she saw his smile falter for a split second and panic started brewing inside her. what was wrong? was Vin okay? was it something about their parents? but then she calmed herself as the conversation turned towards their future spouses. Just thinking about Marcos must have been enough to irritate Bhaiya { brother }, she thought. “he’s a little bitch okay? the title perfectly suits him. i heard you two went on a date.” she said the last part almost accusingly, crossing her arms. “what, you getting read for the honeymoon with Mr. thinks-he’s-super-cute-and-funny or something?”

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hrh-marcos‌:

Marcos shut up when she started to sing, arms crossed over his chest and an amused smile playing on his lips. He waited patiently and when she was done resumed his speech. “He hasn’t played with this yet,” he commented smugly, gesturing to his body and raising one of his eyebrows proudly. “And I assure you once he tries it he’s not going to be able to stay away fom it.” He had preferred to ignore her awful words in favor of messing with her. “Yes! We went on a coffee date the other day! And I kissed him on the check, we are making progress, so suck it!!" 

she cringed and shook her head in disgust at his words. “o lord, why didn’t you just KILL ME before i had to hear this!” she dramatically whined looking up to the heavens. she looked back at him after a second, a disgusted look on her face.“did you not hear a single word of what i just said? he loves me more than he loves ANYONE ! certainly more than some boy he just met.” she stated, wagging her finger in his face. “and a kiss on the cheek, really? damn, that’s basically second base nowadays isn’t it?” she sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes.

[hrh-zara]

viinays‌:

“Dunno, I think I’d like a few memories to hold onto. At least then if I wanted a quiet moment, I’d have something to draw on,” He said. Vin realized that he couldn’t imagine what it was like to be here at the summit without Zara, without some semblance of home. “You can always be real with me, choti. I may know that, but…I think it’s different with Baba. You’re only twenty. But you’re also not a six-year-old anymore. Even if you do eat Skittles more often then you should. Am I going to have to start making sure you eat a vegetable? At least somewhat occasionally?”

“but why would you WANT a quiet moment though? when you could have one loud ass moment with the world’s greatest sister.” she grinned at him. hearing the nickname in person instead of through a phone, after such a long time made her heart warm ( but it also made her miss home ). “Vin can you make him understand that it doesn’t matter if i’m six or twenty, i’m still going to be me! and i’m not going to go anywhere. i finish school next year and then it’s back to India for me. everything will go back to normal, his little girl will be back home and the family will be complete again. it’ll actually have two new additions, one all round AWESOME girl and one annoying, little bitch.”

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hrhagnes‌:

                   ‘      i doubt even all of our stash can make golf genuinely fun ,      z .       ‘                      agnes retortered ,      halfway serious and halfway posing a challenge for zara to take her up on .                 her next words ,     however ,     have agnes mimicking a barfing motion ,     bent over her left side and grabbing at her throat .                     ‘      please ,       stop .      ‘                   she said in a choked up voice ,       though putting an end to her dramatics afterwards ,     leaning back against the chair .                   ‘       you know i’d be     that bitch     on the block .               the    only    good thing that will come with this marriage from hell is that i’ll stop pretending to be a pastel - wearing ,        backbone - lacking wimp .        ‘                     she scowled ,       pushing her hair back as she took a swig from the vodka ,      grimacing nearly imperceptibly as the liquor burned down her throat .                     ‘       ooohhhhh ,       so if     nas     wanted to ,      you wouldn’t oppose to motherhood ?        ‘                       agnes teased ,      leaving the bottle back on the table and wiggling her brows at the other .                   ‘      i can see you passing so much good wisdom down to the younglings ,      though .           and they’d idolize you ,      which     being honest     you would adore .       ‘

“never underestimate the power of some strong ass weed, baby.” she laughed a full laugh at her friend’s dramatic reaction. “dramatic much? i have REALLY rubbed off on you.” she slowly nodded at her friend’s next words. “so you’re planning on telling your husband all about your illicit activities? there’s no way in hell i’m telling Nas.” it wasn’t that she didn’t trust Nas, but she didn’t want to risk Nas thinking less of her because of her antics with Agnes. creating a ruckus around college was one thing, helping run a drug cartel was another. she didn’t expect Nas, like any rational human, to look past the second one. besides, what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. “i mean, if Nas wanted to, then i’m not gonna stand in the way!” she replied, trying to sound as if that would be the only reason she would have kids or want them. “i mean, undying love and affection? i can mould them into whoever i want? yeah, parenting sounds like a good gig if you put it like that. but the parent teacher meetings, the piano lessons, the needing to reprimand them when they do something wrong? not really my scene. if my kid got into trouble, chances are instead of grounding them, i’d high-five them.”

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hrhcallista‌:

           upon seeing the girl’s face ,      callista couldn’t help but laugh and give her a smirk .                             ‘        thank    god ,      being liked means i have to interact with you people ,     and i don’t    like    that .      ‘                            she shrugged ,      the smirk remaining on her lips .                             ‘      callista kellis ,      kid ,     of greece .               and who are    you ?      ‘

“lady you would be LUCKY to interact with me.” zara said as she put her feet on the table and then crossed her ankles. “the great, soon-to-be-Tony-nominated actress, Zara Singh Rajput. who is also the princess of India sometimes, but the first part is more important. great displeasure at making your fine acquaintance.”

[hrh-zara]

5 and 10

5. does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

Her work is her hobby, it’s what she loves most in the world.

10. what would your character make a scene in public about?

Everything.

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hrhnasrin‌:

                      ‘       that’s      technically     correct .       ‘                  nasrin conceded ,        deciding to keep the actual number to herself .             she chuckled ,       shaking her head and twisting a loose curl inbetween her fingers while zara went off about her being         ethereal - er         than everybody .            everybody but her ,     of course .                        ‘          i’ll take what i can get ,       zar ,         and ethereal - er       than most is good enough for me .        ‘                        it was useless to argument that there was no god ,      or that they were all god ,      and therefore doomed to mediocrisy .                   she was happy that way .                     bouts of laughter began to fall from her lips the moment zara’s voice became serious and her face reflected the same ,       as if she        didn’t       know that .                               ‘        i’m     counting     on your fragile ego and your rampant narcissism to keep me from becoming a boring traditionalist ,         my beloved .        ‘                                nasrin informed her ,       and though her voice was light and easy - going ,      the look she gave her indicated the sobriety of her statement .                     she’d fallen for zara ,       her best damn friend ,       in the full knowledge of who she was ,       and there was nothing she’d change .                 at least ,      there’d never be a dull moment .                    while she spoke ,       she rolled a vanilla - scented cigarette and proceeded to light it ,       making circles out of the smoke .                            ‘         i mean ,       i’d be     stupid      if i didn’t know what i signed up for ,       and i’m too ethereal for being that stupid .         ‘

Zara grinned with pride as Nasrin awarder her that she was right. she chuckled at the iranian princess’s words, and any part of her that was concerned that her best friend’s life would be miserable if she were to marry her, vanished. she leant forward and took hold of Nas’s hands in her own, looking her deep in the eye she flirted in her broken Persian “baa to boodan behtarin chiz ast. { Together with you is my favourite place to be.}” Persian was one of the hundreds of languages spoken in her country, but that hadn’t been the reason she had tried to learn it over the last year. it was for Nas, of course. to be able to talk to her best friend in her native tongue. she nodded, with a chuckle “ true, true. you’re too smart for me to fool you with any sort of facade....which, now that i think about it, could be the exact reason Papa arranged our marriage.” Zara’s expression was one of realisation and surprise, like a conspiracy was unfolding in front of her eyes. “and i’m sure he must have been the one to convince your dad to let you marry a girl, too!”

[hrh-zara]

hrh-marcos‌:

“No, I’m pretty sure Vin would want us to live away from the rest of the family. Like, a few miles away because there are just certain things family shouldn’t hear and we are gonna be doing those things very frequently, in all the rooms of our future house.” Marcos shrugged as if it was the most rational thing in the world and made a lot of sense. And to him it did. They didn’t have to live far away but their own four walls would be nice. “I have known him for a bit longer than five minutes!"  He protested, raising his arms in the air. "Yeah, okay, but I’m his soulmate and if you kill me he would be forever sad and miserable and you will have to live with the guilt of having made your dear brother the saddest person in the world." 

Zara plugged her ears using her index fingers at his words. “la la la la la la, i did NOT hear that.”  she shook her head in disgust. then after a minute, when she was sure the danger had passed, she let herself open her ears “Bhaiya { brother }, would never leave me, because he knows that without his supervision, i might actually burn the palace down. plus he’s the next in line, he has work at the palace, and he would never and i mean NEVER choose play over work.” she smugly crossed her arms over her chest, as if she had won the argument. “you are NOT his soulmate!  you don’t even KNOW him.” she stated. “have you two even kissed yet or gone on an actual date? he’s marrying you because he HAS TO, for his country.”

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              agnes’ brows arched in sheer surprise ,      proceeding to pout a moment after .                         ‘     boo - hoo ,        you sound like my grandaunt with her weekend golf plans ,      zar :        booooooooring .      ‘                         she teased before reaching across the table and getting hold of the bottle of vodka .                a long swig after ,      she stopped short when she heard the        aunty agnes       fall off zara’s lips .                                ‘       gross .               i   know    you’re kidding but just in case ,      some ground rules :        i don’t change diapers ,      or clean up vomit ,      or slime ,      or anything other that babies       leak      through their pores or get stuck to ,      not sure how .                i    can    teach them how to count cards ,     though .        ‘

“please. i could make weekend golf fun as fuck.” she claimed. “all i’ll need is some of our own supply.” she added with a smirk. she grinned as her title for her friend got the exact reaction she wanted. “y’know, i can TOTALLY imagine you as a mom. wearing pastel sweaters, a house in the suburbs, going jogging in the morning with all the other moms with a stroller as you all gossip about the bitch on the block.” she teased. “but you’re right, i am kidding. i’d make a terrible mother, and what’s the point of doing something you can’t be the best at ammirght? BUT, on the other hand....Nas i think would make a good mom so...” she shrugged as if to say, the future was unpredictable for her.

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                   supressing a smile ,       the princess pursed her lips tightly as she nodded ,     taking out a flask from the inner pocket in her jacket and emptying some of the contents into the mug .                          ‘       someone needs her nappy time .        ‘

she huffed at at the woman’s words, dropping the comical crying facade she had worn for an unamused almost annoyed expression. “now i KNOW that i don’t like you. like, AT ALL. who even are you, you know besides a judgy little bitch.”