📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .
Tension starters (accepting!)
James is just about to step into his dormitory when horror takes hold and freezes him.
The diary he’d so stupidly left open, and Clarissa, peering over it.
“Don’t!” he squeals, suddenly unfrozen again and scrambling to snatch the diary out of her reach. “It’s not- it’s private!”
He prays that Clarissa somehow missed the journal’s latest entry.
Another defeat, Diary. The twerps destroyed our beautiful mech, so we were forced to retreat to HQ.
We’d barely entered the cafeteria when some agent started laughing that we looked like we’d been barbecued. Naturally, Jessie challenged her to a fight, and reminded her that we were among the boss’ very favourites, so to watch what she said.
And then the agent had the nerve to say we must not have heard of her, or else we wouldn’t be picking fights. Apparently she’s called Sparking, but I’ve never heard of her. She probably just made a nickname up to try to impress us, which is pretty pathetic.
Clearly she couldn’t walk the walk, because she said she wasn’t wasting her Friday night battling us (the OLDEST excuse in the book). I guess our reputation scared her off- I bet she’ll think twice before she messes with us again!
