@whitcviolin said: 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣 , 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ?!
˜”*°•. Her laughter was free, almost childish, anything to let in confusion like a whirling flood. Another move, another glass shattering, breaking into countless of pieces. ❝ Don’t be such a killjoy. Trust me, he won’t notice. ❞ Gaze travelling over the female, a casual apathy all to accompany her words. The house was huge, the rooms were plenty. One less would hurt none. Like an unwelcome thought, though, the confusion was soon to hit, one sudden glimpse of uncertainty, a trace of bewilderment. ❝ This is Five’s room, right? I am not destroying someone else’s? ❞ For that’d be such a bitter disappointment -- she’d put her every part of artism into this work --.
❝ When is Diego going to return anyway? ❞ Minutes had he said, yet AN HOUR had passed already. An hour of havoc-wreaking and destruction, of chaos-making and disaster. And however entertaining might have breaking everything in this room felt like -- however entertaining would have breaking HIM felt like --, she was slowly but certainly running out of options, of objects still in one piece.
