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Wanessa Rogers, the daughter of Steve and Wanda, also Aiden and Franklin's little sister. Seventeen years old and the female copy of her father, which means she might or might not be a little too naive. Secretly a telekinetic obsessed with the past and unswered questions. The proud owner of a pet raccoon named Oreo.

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@wnssrogers​

Hey, Wanessa. Eu sei que eu não sou exatamente a pessoa que você quer ver agora, mas… Você não parece bem.

Bom, se precisar de algo… Conversar, ou sei lá… Eu estou aqui. 

Brand. Are you... are you here to laugh at me?

God, I look like a mess right now...

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N-No. It’s f-f… fine. I-I… I gotta go.

E-excuse me.

[wnssrogers]

nikkiromanoff‌:

It’s just whisky. Very american whisky. Come on, you’re not bad at anything, this is supposed to be fun… Not a test, there’s no A’s or F’s. There’s only fun. And of course there’ll be alcohol, I’m no cop. But I mean, are you sure you want to drink? You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.

Oh, baby. I’m not sure how– Wow! Wait, come on, first of all: tell me all about this first kiss! And then we’ll discuss cookies and nervousness and how to… “Adult”.

Oh, so that’s probably what my dad has in all those bottles... Oh, you’re right... I’m sorry, sometimes things are quite confusing. And yeah, I’m sure! As sure as I can be, at least. I mean, it’s what we do in a party, right?

The kiss? Oh, there we go... It was nothing, just... A kiss. I mean, I’m trying to think it wasn’t a big thing because it was just practice, you know? I’m sure I’ll have more chances, I’m actually hoping on it.

[wnssrogers]

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I– I– W-what? I– g–go out. I… Uh… Cool. That’s… Cool. Drinks. Bottle. Spin. C-Cool.

I... Did I say something?

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Well, I guess you know me enough to know that I’m very much not like every other eighteen-year-old guy. In the worst possible way, apparently. O-Oh. A party. Cool. No, I… I, hm, wanna hear. 

Well… I’m just following your lead.

I thought you would be at this point.. I mean, uh, we’re all going, Brand... You should... Uh, you should go out more. Do more things. Yeah? Because it’s like, this teen party, they’ll have drinks and... That spin the bottle thing. Real cool, right?

[wnssrogers]

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Hm, smart and without wrinkles? I like this. Of course it tastes awful, Ness, it’s bourbon. Come on, let’s get you something… Sweeter, at least.

Oh my god, I’m absolutely loving where this is going. Alright, woman tips. Hell, yeah! What do you want to know? 

Bour-what? Ugh, I’m so bad at this... Sweeter but with alcohol, right? I don’t think it’d be cool to get juices here. And no, I don’t want to, I’m just stating, I’m not saying this because I’d like to get juice, right?

Please, please forget I ever asked you this as soon as I finish, okay?

Well, I need... everything. I mean, the question is: how do I adult? How do I look prettier? Hotter? How do I... do anything not to look like I’m perpetually stuck in my sixteens?! I mean, I’ve just had my first kiss and I feel like life should be... more than just baking cookies and being nervous around guys.

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I- Right. Fine, yeah, sure.

You know what they say, there’s no friday night for the lab guy. E o Dami acabou de chegar, ou chega hoje, ou vai chegar amanhã… E quero que esse lugar esteja perfeito pra ele. Sem contar que não é como se eu fosse sair. Sem lugar pra ir, sem companhias pra ir. Yes, Wanessa. That’s my name.

I thought you would... I mean, you’re eighteen. Isn’t that what eighteen-year-old guys do? I mean, I’m going to this party and... Well. You probably don’t wanna hear.

Oh, so we’re using names now...

[wnssrogers]

nikkiromanoff‌:

Acho que só… Aconteceu. Enfim, não tem mágoa que o tempo não cure, alguém disse. Eu só precisei de muito tempo. Older? I’m not old, Wanessa! I’m like, two years older than you. Why? Do you think I have wrinkles? Oh my god, do I have wrinkles?!

Anyway. Desculpa, diga o que você precisa, Ness.

That’s a weird saying... Oh, no, I didn’t mean old! Jesus, I meant... Older as in, smarter? More of a grown up than me??? Geez, Nikki, I didn’t mean to insult, you’re absolutely perfect, no wrinkles, no saggy-anything! I’m sorry.

...Ugh, it tastes awful.

So. Right. This is gonna come off weird... I need tips. Woman tips.

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I am here, yep. You don’t need to look so disappointed… Or maybe you do.

Alright. Mas eu só preciso terminar de computar umas coisas e já vou. Brandon, wow, right…

I don’t look disappointed, that’s my... normal face.

Computar? So... You’re not going out? I mean, it’s a friday, people are out there enjoying. That’s, uh, that’s your name, isn’t it?

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Não precisa ir embora, Ness. Eu já tô indo mesmo, pode ficar, a sala é toda sua…

Oh, you’re here.

Eu só vim procurar umas coisas, você não precisa sair. Quer dizer, acho que tem espaço pra mais pessoas aqui, não? A menos que queira ir, afinal, você pode fazer o que quiser, Brand-- uh, Brandon.

[wnssrogers]

nikkiromanoff‌:

De novo não, é só a mesma briga e o mesmo irmão. Mas, hey, eu e o Aiden estamos bem, eu acho que isso é um ótimo avanço.

Anyway. Você tá legal? You seem a little… Upset.

Será se eu deveria perguntar como esse avanço aconteceu? Oh, nevermind, melhor comemorar que aconteceu anyway. Me? Upset? I’m not, I’m just... Ugh, alright. Nikki, you’re older. Do you think maybe you could help me out with something?

[wnssrogers]

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Heeeey, N. How’s it going?

Antes de tudo, eu não sei bem se o seu irmão ia gostar muito de te ver comigo, então… Não sei se é bom você ficar aqui. 

Espera, vocês brigaram de novo? Ai meu deus, por que eu nunca sei de nada do que acontece nessa família?!

[wnssrogers]

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…Isso significa que eu estou mentindo, Ness? Claro que significa que eu estou mentindo. Mas significa que eu estou traindo o Damian? Oh, god… I’m a terrible friend… But that’s it. Eu vou contar pra ele. Ah, a quem eu estou tentando enganar? É claro que eu não vou contar, agora já foi, não dá mais, a janela da ética se fechou.

Eu sinto muito, sei que eu não paro de falar disso, mas a culpa está me destruindo por dentro. Ou talvez seja só a gastrite nervosa se transformando numa úlcera. But enough about my agony, please, tell me about your week. I’m begging you here.

Brand, this is serious. I mean, eu ouvi dizer que ele é bem preocupado com essas coisas e acho que se você não falar e ele descobrir por outra pessoa, pode ser pior e não seria legal ter o seu amigo bravo, não é? Uma vez o Oreo se enfiou nas gavetas do Aiden e rasgou uma, ahn, cueca dele... E eu tentei fingir que não sabia quem tinha sido e ele ficou bem bravo quando descobriu sozinho. O que eu não entendi muito porque no fim era uma peça bem velha, mas...

Then talk to him... He’s your friend, he’ll understand. Eu acho, pelo menos, também ouvi dizer que ele tem um temperamento estranho... My week? Oh, no, let’s not talk about it... It was as boring as a 17-year-old-powerless-teen’s week can be. Which is a lot.

[wnssrogers]

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Me? I... Thanks, Frank, this was really nice and... Wait, is it one of those times you complimented me to ask for a favor?

[wnssrogers]

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…” (Brandon)

Hey, it’s not cute... I swear I dozed off again for a second and... Wait, what’s that? Oh my god, did I drool in your shirt?!

[wnssrogers]

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

I’m sorry but... Come on, Icarus, you have to admit it looks funny.

[wnssrogers]

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

That’s not fair, when am I not happy to see my biggest brother..?

I mean, maybe just not when you’re angry and yelling at Oreo and Frank... But regardless those times, I am always happy to see you!