❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞ - for pip probably
ask meme , accepting .
hunched over her planner , pip pops up from her concentrated position to meet eyes with arden . the small femme has been nothing but irrevocably kind to her , risking her reputation by continuing to interact with a girl like her . a sharp smile grows on her lips , a lucky green pencil set down at the rockefeller’s words . she folds her hands loosely , but leans forward over the wooden library table with an eyebrow raised . mischievously , like hermes before he takes sacred animals of apollo , but pip is mere mortal . gifted by the god of thievery , her hues squint when she leans in even closer . ❛ oh , yeah ? ❜ her voice drops into slyness , nodding toward the librarian chewing gently onto a banana while re - reading whatever classic she’s decided is her favorite . ❛ go bother her a little bit , whoop ass . ❜ she peels off her specs , letting them clatter just loudly enough to gain her attention before looking back to arden . ❛ just go snatch her book , or the banana . i mean , i know you’re capable , but i wanna see it , hot stuff . ❜
















