@tricursed asked / “good morning. what the fuck is wrong with you?”
the banshee blinks twice in confusion, hands wrapped around a cup of hot coffee as she tries to think of anything she might’ve done to incite this kind of greeting from hope. brows furrow in confusion before she simply shrugs her shoulders in dismissal. “do you want the list in alphabetical or chronological order? we could be here for some time. alternatively, you could jog my memory and tell me what exactly it is that’s caused you to ask me that? sound good? great!” a roll of her eyes. lydia takes a few sips from her cup, all the while eyeing hope in a puzzled manner.













