#;banshee

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Krystal. (/hands over a plastic shovel and pale) Take this and protect yourself.

Wha- … What on earth am I supposed to do with this?! -waves the plastic shovel and pail in her hands- And what are these supposed to even protect me from?!? Sooyoung! Stop being vague!

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(/sees your couch, lays down on it, somehow spontaneously combusts)

........

Of course something like that would happen.

I’m not even surprised.

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#sometimes she can be attractive. sometimes || I see you, Krystal B)

.........

No you don’t. You’re imagining things. Yup. 

Stop eating shrooms. They’re making you hallucinate. 

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“Now’s your chance to accept my mercy.”

If Krystal's eyes could, they would have popped right out of her eye sockets. There were no words to describe the sheer horror she felt. The state of her room was beyond recognition. Any evidence that she lived in there was lost. What was once her room was replaced with what looked like a battleground. 

“What... How...?” Looking up at the source of her room’s destruction, Krystal gave a fierce, defiant glare. Though she knew there were worse things that could be done to her room, she refused. Oh she definitely refused to back down to anyone. Especially her. 

“That wouldn’t even happen in your dreams.”