Beatrix
Beatrix wouldn’t shut up if it didn’t get cleaned up—and she wouldn’t shut up if it was done wrong. So of course, she showed up; she wasn’t that much of a pompous asshole, to gripe about cleaning and then bail on it. Though she had, almost.
She came down from the library, rather than through the entrance, and moved to sneak up behind her brother. Sometimes, she could be playful. She reached up to smack at his shoulder, lightly, as she settled beside him.
“This place is a mess, you’re gonna do more than just “supervise”, right?” She made air-quotes with her fingers around the word “supervise”.
She came down from the library, rather than through the entrance, and moved to sneak up behind her brother. Sometimes, she could be playful. She reached up to smack at his shoulder, lightly, as she settled beside him.
“This place is a mess, you’re gonna do more than just “supervise”, right?” She made air-quotes with her fingers around the word “supervise”.
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