I haven't posted any progress for a minute, the girls are: mean
The more I've had time to sit with it, the more I flinch every time Phineas Commands Agatha. It's a miracle Agatha isn't more angry; she's been living in a cage made of words and orders for ten times longer than Phineas has been alive.
You're gonna what? Break my chains with the jailer's tools? Mind control me out of my conditioning? What's in it for you? At least this is the cage I know. And this one's got Myla.



















