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sienna 💬 riku : i jst pukedsienna 💬 riku : after likesienna 💬 riku : a lot green jello shtssienna 💬 riku : and it made me thnik of ur hairsienna 💬 riku : lololol
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sienna 💬 riku : what do i do after i get all the red squares??sienna 💬 riku : i can’t get the other colours without messing up the red!!!sienna 💬 riku : HELP ME!!!!!!!!
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sienna 💬 beverly : i think i kind of... miss dad
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sienna 💬 beverly : bevy wevy scmhevy chevysienna 💬 beverly : i luv u soooOOooooOO mUCh!!!!!!sienna 💬 beverly : mre than hawt cheetozsienna 💬 beverly : more than ur fave lipstik that i borrwdsienna 💬 beverly : morre than this botle of tekilllaaaasienna 💬 beverly : more than the hot face i jst madeot wsienna 💬 beverly : if i got married rigth nOOOWWW, wud u b my maid of honr?????sienna 💬 beverly : omg im gnna go get marreid!!!
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ghstwilson:
he looked up to her, his face red, trying to blink back his tears. he tried to put a happy expression to see sienna, and though her presence made him feel a bit better, the crushing reality of dropping the only thing that made him feel comfortable was making him hyperventilate. leo tried to see the positive side – yeah, it wasn’t that bad. he could salvage this. all of the pieces that were within his line of sight seemed to be intact, or at least the parts he needed. “can you help. . ?” his voice shaky, scratchy from the years of no vocal communication.
pursing her lips at his expression, she could easily see through it and tell that it was forced. “leo, sweetie, we will have to work on your acting skills if you are going to be a spy,” she tsked, pointing at his face before picking up another broken piece beside her. with the two pieces in hand, she attempted to fit them together as if it was as easy as a jigsaw puzzle, but no such luck. she could assemble a rifle in record time, but this tech stuff was out of her league. upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, her head shot up to face him. “oh mon dieu, leo! your voice is hot. why don’t you speak more often?” she grinned. “but of course, mon cher! pas de problème,” she responded breezily in her perfected french accent. “what can i do to help?”
mcndcy:
he didn’t mind sienna , he never did. sure , growing up she was somewhat of an annoyance , but he grew to love it and miss it at times. he let a sigh escape his lips , “ not of mind reading , but of knowing where you shouldn’t be ? oh sure , i was 10 years old. “ her name fit her particularly well , of course — not their real names , but those were out of the picture when in the presence of guiseppe richetti. however , the girl never seemed to mind it. the rest were slightly hesitant , especially him —- but he was always difficult when it came to family matters. eyes couldn’t help but narrow at her attempts , “ like you said , minuscule. it’d be a waste of energy to worry about every minuscule thing. “ he attempted to snuggle back into the woman’s coat before she yelled. eyes shot open before he grabbed onto the woman’s face bringing it closer to him , “ for the love of god , wednesday. go to your room. “
no different from how it was when they were kids, sienna began pestering her old brother with more questions. “if i shouldn’t be there, then why were you? hmm?” she asked, poking his arm. her face suddenly lit up, an excited gasp escaping her lips, as the realization hit her. “were you at a strip club? monday!!! you went to the strip club without me?!” she was by no means a prude, or the type to stay on the straight and narrow path that her father had so carefully paved for his children. if anything, growing up, she was often the one to go against giuseppe’s wishes and tried to drag her siblings out of their prison home for any semblance of fun. monday had always been more willing and became the one she turned to the most. “i bet you wouldn’t even cry at my funeral,” she pouted, crossing her arms in front of her. it was the truth and she knew it, accepted it even. the richetti’s were taught to never show any emotions, let alone anything as weak as crying. even sienna herself, with all of her dramatics and superficial emotions, couldn’t remember the last time she cried. of course, fake crying aside. god, did she love a good fake cry. as his hands grabbed a hold of her face, she childishly stuck out her tongue at him before pushing his hands off and pulling away. “no. who are you, dad? screw you, monday.” narrowing her eyes at him, snuggled up comfortably with her fur coat, she reached out and yanked it towards her. “and that’s mineI pink looks awful with your skin tone!” it wasn’t true, but it didn’t stop her from saying it anyways.
arms folded across her chest and brows furrowed together deep in thought, blue eyes were trained on the tall black machine in front of her. to those passing by, it appeared as though the brunette was indecisive about or confused by it, but neither were correct. hearing a voice speak up beside her, sienna put her finger out towards said person, loudly shushing them. at the slightest indicator that they might try to speak to her again, she would wave her hand in their face and proceed to make more obnoxious shushing sounds. the entire time, her eyes never drifted away from the machine. after several more moments of silence, she finally spoke. “they took out the hot cheetos.” her tone was serious, angry even, like the act committed was the most offensive thing anyone could ever do.
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mcndcy:
as soon as the coat made contact with him he wrapped it around his frame , snuggling into it slightly knowing it was going to be a long morning. eyes remained closed immediately knowing who it was and what was going to happen. there was no hope of escaping now. she was the only that escaped , close attention was put on the oldest children but sienna had a way of escaping that even he envied. he’d learned a thing or two , but given his size there was only so much he could do in any given situation. “ i don’t think you wanted to go where i was , “ his voice became slurred as a sleepy haze came over him. hoping that maybe that would give her hint enough of where he went after they separated. “ i think you’re least possible out of everyone to die —- have you always been this loud ? “
scoffing loudly at his assumption, she snapped back sarcastically, “right, yes. of course. how could i possibly forget that you’ve mastered the art of mind reading, on top of being a skilled asshole big brother?? silly me!” she knew that she was being particularly difficult and giving him a hard time over an issue so small. but her ever so bratty mindset liked to think that that was monday’s problem, not hers. besides, she was his baby sister. it was her god given right to be difficult. plus, it was one of the few joys she had left in this sad, sad life of hers (okay, not really). taking this moment to examine her manicure, she sighed, “well, duh. i know that. but there is the possibility, no matter how miniscule. doesn’t that concern you, as my brother?” putting her hand down, she turned, narrowing her eyes at him. not that he could see. leaning in closer, the girl shouted into his ear, “IS THIS LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU??”
mcndcy:
he could already hear it , the voice of disappointment that rang through his head as he collapsed on the couch in the common area with a sigh. he finally had some semblance freedom and it was plagued by a single voice. it had been a long night , night filled with things he should not speak of in the light of day but could be insinuated by his current state. he managed to sneak out , having some form of liberty before his life was to begin , a last hurrah. he was supposed to come back earlier than he did , but he was preoccupied and now he lied on the couch threatening to fall asleep then and there. oh how he would be proud. he did however managed to heard footsteps approaching him other than the nagging little voice. he didn’t even bother opening his eyes before saying , “ you’re not going to tell on me are you ? “ accent relaxed before he looked up at the person.
with her heels dangling in one hand and her favourite (faux) fur coat in the other, the brunette strolled breezily down the hallway, towards the common room. she’d forgotten her phone in the room before she left for a night out. or at least, she was hoping that was where she’d left it. out of habit from sneaking in and out of the richetti manor late at night for years, sienna entered the room, barely making a sound. it was only when she saw who else was present did her quiet steps become angry stomps. throwing her coat at her older brother, she huffed, “i should, after you ditched me!” dropping her heels loudly on the ground, she adjusted his legs to make room for herself on the couch. ignoring the state he was in, she whined dramatically, “i could have been killed, monday! murdered in cold blood! left on the street to die!”
ghstwilson:
it wasn’t meant to break. after all the years and through wear and tear he would finally have to repair it. but he was in the middle of the hallway, when it slipped from his hands and fell to the ground. a fish out of water. the place was closing onto him, and he could only grasped the parts that made his communicator as he was hunched over trying to calm down. “… help.” it was a low croak, the vibration eerily unfamiliar after all this time, leo tried to call out for help.
with the sound of heels clicking against the floor and perfectly curled waves flowing behind her, sienna strutted down the busy hallway like it was a runway. people parted as she passed, knowing full well that if they didn’t move out of the way, then she would do it for them. with a never been opened textbook tucked under her arm, she was on her way to find one of her siblings for homework help. or, that was the excuse anyways. really, she just wanted some company. it was only when she spotted someone crouching on the ground did she slow down. upon recognizing the figure, her face lit up in excitement. he wasn’t one of her siblings, but he was just as great a company. “leo! just the person i was looking for,” she called out to him as she approached. sensing a different air to him than normal, she crouched down in front of him. “why are we crouched on the floor- ohhh...” her voice trailed off, recognizing his communicator. well, now broken communicator. picking up a broken piece beside her, she held it up, inspecting it. “hmm... this doesn’t look so bad!” though she had zero expertise in this area, so her observation really didn’t mean much.
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