#biteyourcrush;vera

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@biteyourcrush​  "THAT'S BECAUSE HALF THE THINGS YOU DRIVE ARE TWO-WHEELED *DEATH TRAPS*!!!!" Valerie, your sister loves you, but also she is *not* getting on a motorcycle if you put a gun to her head.

“You know what the other half are? Cars. Fuckin’ cars, Vera! I own things with more than two wheels that have a cabin seating! Weird how askin’ for a car would change your life! Not the point, but I’m the best fuckin’ motorcyclist in this damn fuckin’ city.”

“Besides, you let LaVey drive you anywhere. He is a death trap, thus your argument is invalid.”

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Someone still hasn’t spoken to her sister about a certain something that really should be talked about.

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"I've got a job I'm doing and I need a driver- and after last time, I am *not* letting Damien behind the wheel of *any* vehicle I happen to be in. Are you in or out?" -Vera says this, barely even looking up from her phone as she corners Amira near her locker at the end of the school day.

"Yo... okay but why did you let Damien do it the first time? Dude can drag but not drag race." she wasn't going to get an answer, but those were the first words out of her mouth. Then her brain caught up with her and saw it was the cooler of the hot Oberlins and it curbed her tongue just a bit.

Of course, whenever Vera wanted something, or help with something, and it involved the j-word, there wasn't a choice in the matter. If Vera wanted you, then she got you and that was that. Amira groaned, shutting her locker and grabbing her bag to throw on her shoulder. "Y'know, I'm not dumb enough to say 'no' just so you can use the blackmail on me to say yes."

At least Vera had money to throw around and it wasn't like she wasn't a prospect of prom or anything. Maybe this would be a good excuse for Amira to throw out the quality charm she was saving?

Right yeah first was a job, and it likely was going to involve- no it definitely was going to involve crime. Eh, whatever, a mere tragedy of hanging out with a hot dangerous woman.

"Alright what's the deal?"

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@biteyourcrush​ Sisters are Plotting

“Yeah I know you can, Your Highness,” She teased, sticking her tongue out, “but Lucien and Stan are kind of chill? Plus Dad could be good friends with them and then you wouldn’t have to do shit. Unless that was your plan then we were on the same page.”

Hard to say, Vera having a wholesome takeover plan wasn’t likely, but she had the resources for both.

Vera also knew Valerie could dimension hop so she wasn’t going to bother explaining that. Outside of the fact she just announced it when she climbed in through the window. The cat promptly sat herself on Vera’s bed, leaning forward with all the feline intent of someone who was going to pounce.

“I’m going to describe this in the most accurate way possible to you:” she cleared her throat, putting her fingertips together. “CEO demoness you could top and sell the entire IHOP chain to in order to trade for power. A mortal human man got her into a harem by offering pancakes as the story goes, and you know I have a good source. That’s way easier than getting Dahlia to fight the circles for you and make Damian in charge of his own entire drag salon.”

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"the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me." -Vera

"Me, the answer is me."

Valerie had her worn leather jacket on, bag of assorted questionable tools, and was just about to make it out the door before Vera stopped her. It was a little known fact that the Oberlin sisters, while both involved in crime, had slightly different approaches.

Vera's insistence was met with a mewl and bright sad eyes. "C'mon Vi, you don't have to bring out an entire hit squad for one set of assholes. Street gangs are way more fast and loose than what you got goin' on. You don't have the same kind of street cred I do."

Val knew her sister. Vera was stubborn, determined and got her way when she had the slightest sight of a goal in mind. Val paused, sighed and turned away. A moment of quiet passed before Val enacted the most terrible crime she could inflict upon her sister.

The pleading feline face, complete with dilated pupils and a begging frown. "Come hang out with me instead? Pleaaaaase?"

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"I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and one day I’ll die." -Vera

And there she goes again: Vera being the stoic, eternal cold hearted bitch she wanted everyone else to know. There wasn’t any fooling Valerie. Vera was an open book and no matter how many locks she put, this cat always had the key.

In fact Val was so confident that she could make Vera falter, she would even use it in her least favourite form of combat: memes.

“Not talking about feelings huh?” Val shook her head, giving her sister a side glance as she crossed her arms. “That doesn’t sound very cash money feminist if you, Vivi.”

Got her. “Besides what’s so wrong about feelings?”