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@unknowingshost​ said: “"Are you at /least/ going to find something nice for dear Dolores to wear? You can't just let her go around without something nice on!" - for five from ms nikola (unknowingshost) ;)”

“Dolores.”  The name falls from his lips slowly, like molasses.  It is one that he has not spoken aloud for a few weeks, not that she hasn’t been on his mind.

It is disconcerting that this other... thing knows about her, though.  He never introduced Dolores to anyone outside of his immediate family.  He doesn’t know what kind of answer it’s expecting, so he mumbles through the truth.  “I told the manager to get her something with sequins.”

He inches towards the closet, where his gun is, not wanting to make any sudden movements in case he alerts its suspicions.  “Why do you care?” he asks.  “And what are you doing in my room?  How’d you get in here?”  He had triple-checked to make sure his window was locked, and there doesn’t appear to be any signs of forced entry.

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@unknowingshost​ said: “‘your hair was long when we first met.’ -for alice,,,, from ms nikola....”

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Alice doesn’t recognize the woman, but the woman recognizes Alice, which is… scary.  Of course, she doesn’t remember the very early years of her life, the time from when she was born to when she was about four or so.  So, if her hair was ever longer and if she ever met this woman, she does not remember.

“My hair has been short for a little while,” she says.  She runs her fingers through her bangs, which have been the longest part of her hair for a good while to cover up that injury her father gave her, pulling on them slightly.  “I don’t remember much before that, sorry.”

If the woman remembers her from that age, though, then that can only mean one thing, that she is or was a friend of Alice’s parents.  And her legs and arms are so long that Alice doubts she can outrun her.  “Are you... here to bring me home?” she hazards, hoping for one answer, expecting the other.

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@unknowingshost​ said: “‘ oh… you’ve out-dumbed yourself. ’ - for viktor (or ivy tbh) (last one i SWEAR)”

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She has his address.  She writes him letters.  He has ignored them for years.  He should have known that it was only a matter of time before she showed up in town, looking for him.

He recognizes her from her photographs, the short blonde curls that are popular among young women her age, her mother’s eyes.  She is taller than he would have guessed from her pictures; she must take the height after him.

It is tempting to slam the door in her face—she should never have come here—but he finds himself unable to turn her away and leads her into the living room.

There, perched in his favorite chair, is a woman, mocking him.  He wasn’t out of that chair for more than ten minutes and the windows aren’t broken, so he doesn’t see how she got in.

He throws his arm out in front of Alena, gesturing for her to get behind him, and he snarls at the woman in the chair.  He doesn’t even acknowledge her insult.  “Get out.”

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@unknowingshost​​ said: “‘ this is embarrassing. this is embarrassing for you, i think. ’ - for mordecai"

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“Only slightly,” Mordecai says, picking himself up off the ground.  He is a little too distracted by the feeling of mud caked to his overcoat and fur, imagining all the microscopic organisms crawling around inside.  A paw hovers over his sleeve as he tries to fight the temptation to wipe it off, knowing logically that it won’t help anything.

“You certainly make your appearance at inopportune times.”  His gaze is distant, not really meeting hers, looking at some spot through her.  “Have you figured out what you want yet?”

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@unknowingshost​​ said: “"You’re not as useless as you look." -FOR MORDECAI. FROM PIKOLA NIKOLA owo”

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Green eyes catch a scrap of light in the darkness, making them appear to shine when he looks at her.  She isn’t wrong, of course; he prides himself in his usefulness, in his ability to get things done with unparalleled organization and efficiency.  So few people acknowledge it.  Perhaps, that is why he doesn’t immediately shoot her for sneaking up on him, although his grip on his pistol tightens.

“I have found that judging people’s usefulness based on appearance is a fruitless endeavor,” he states.  “And the only reason to comment on it is if you want something.”  He pushes his glasses up on his face with his free hand.  “Let’s cut to the part where you make your proposition. If it doesn’t conflict with my current employer’s interests, I may consider it.”

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Nikola is here to just. Pick Quinn up like a fucking ragdoll. Shake them a little. “You’re /tiny./” //u dont have anons so i cant send this directly from unknowingshost……)

@unknowingshost ??? no clown rights

”Put me down!” Quinn squirms best they can, all flailing limbs trying to set themself free of her grasp. Upset both at the being touched with consent and the sheer indignity at being lifted so high up. “It’s not my fault, you’re fucking huge!” 

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@unknowingshost​ said: ““My only crime was that I was down to clown.” - nikola @ fuckin akali i dUNNO”

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“I think you’ve committed a few more crimes than that,” Akali points out, her glass eyes focused on the kunai twirling on her finger.  “Not that I’m judging.”  They all have committed crimes beyond the comprehension of most mortals.  That is just what they do.

“You don’t have to prove your innocence to me.  I already know it’s non-existent.”

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@unknowingshost​ replied to your post:

*offended nikola noises bc she wasn’t included in the bullying list*

“If she wants to materialize in my room again and sleep in my now spider-infested bed, she’s plenty welcome.”