you say, "come over, baby, i think you're pretty"
i'm okay, i'm not your baby
i'm okay, i'm not your baby
“S’not that kinda playin’ nice, Nova.” Caly chirps to her sister, her gaze flitting over toward her twin with a reassuring smile that’s equally as bright and vibrant as it is sharp. They’d talked about it already, there wasn’t anything to worry about. But of course, she pouts, and Caly watches as her sister starts staring daggers at Mateo.
Wolfing down her burger, she nudges her sister with her elbow as a chime of a laugh leaves her. “He’s just fuckin’ around. We’re still number one, don’t worry.” She reassures her sister with a wink from the eye that boasts the star tattoo, before the shriek of FOOD FIGHT sparks up. She knows her sister well enough to know she’d be more than willing to participate, so the young attuned immediately moves into action – knocking the nearby table over and using it as a shield of sorts to prevent any retaliation from what her sister’s likely got planned.
Wolfing down her burger, she nudges her sister with her elbow as a chime of a laugh leaves her. “He’s just fuckin’ around. We’re still number one, don’t worry.” She reassures her sister with a wink from the eye that boasts the star tattoo, before the shriek of FOOD FIGHT sparks up. She knows her sister well enough to know she’d be more than willing to participate, so the young attuned immediately moves into action – knocking the nearby table over and using it as a shield of sorts to prevent any retaliation from what her sister’s likely got planned.
Calypso
if you think i'm pretty, you should see me in a crown
