Collin glares at the dishes in the sink and turns around to the others in the kitchen. "Which one of you lazy assholes didn't clean up after yourselves?"
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Collin glares at the dishes in the sink and turns around to the others in the kitchen. "Which one of you lazy assholes didn't clean up after yourselves?"
In the kitchen, Cai watches someone pour themselves a bowl of cereal and when they finish, he proceeds to hold the milk container upside down over the sink, pouring the milk right down the drain.
"You shouldn't leave things like this lying around. Who knows what kind of person could've come along and picked this up?"
Seated on a plush chair in the Coven foyer, she was at work pulling on a pair of sleek black Prada heels. In this process, Cora paid no mind to the figure hovering over her, let alone to the words that left their mouth. Instead, she reached for the second shoe, which she found to be discarded a few feet away. Finally tuning into whatever was being said to her, she swiftly interrupted. "Just make yourself useful and grab that heel for me," she commanded, gesturing to the strewn shoe with her eyes.
Cai walks up to someone and pulls down the bottom lid of his right eye to better expose a very bloodshot eyeball. "Hey, what's wrong with my eye?" A higher level magic user or someone with experience would know that Cai tried out some dark magic.
Collin walks down a hallway in the kitchen, bleary eyed. He rubs his face and tries taking a few deep breaths to wake himself up, and almost runs into someone. "Shit, sorry." he says automatically.
Cai sets off a loud firework in the middle of the entrance hall and watches it explode against the ceiling and leave a large hole. He looks disappointed. "Shitty fucking firework."
Never one for sitting still, Cora finds her feet guiding her aimlessly through the gardens. Left, left, right, left. Though striking red tulips only bring a dull ache to her head, the vibrance enough the require ibuprofen on her part. Upon hearing herself addressed, she spins on her heel with lips pressed into a thin line.. She can never escape these people.
"What?"