+ home within the female's throat, & it's impossible to swallow down. Darkened orbs peer up at ᗷIᒪᒪIE ᗪEᗩᑎ ᕼOᗯᗩᖇᗪ before she attempts to +

+ string together words that even sound like a feasible language. "I did it to myself, ᗷIᒪᒪIE ᗪEᗩᑎ ᕼOᗯᗩᖇᗪ. I.. I took pills, -- /god/, there +

+ were so many and .. and I thought I just went to sleep for a while, ᗷIᒪᒪIE ᗪEᗩᑎ ᕼOᗯᗩᖇᗪ, but that isn't true, is it?" Just like that, any +

+ cohesion in the Harmon girl's mind comes undone as her shoulders begin to shake, hues dragging slowly away from ᗷIᒪᒪIE ᗪEᗩᑎ ᕼOᗯᗩᖇᗪ's frame +

+ before Violet starts chewing at a ragged fingernail in pure agitation. "God, ᗷIᒪᒪIE ᗪEᗩᑎ ᕼOᗯᗩᖇᗪ. I'm so /stupid/."

|| Forgive me if nothing I write makes sense.

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"Wanna hear a joke?"

"Happy Halloween, shitheads." (Cue the obnoxious pop that sounds as her lips separate from the lollipop that she's been sucking on.)

"Happy Halloween. I'm gonna scare the trick-or-treaters."

|| Kinda wants to change this into Moira but ???

She'll tap her nails against the counter in a gesture that's nothing but sardonic, giving a slow roll of hazel hues. "Anyone home?"

(No one's ever home, but god knows that she /might/ get an answer.)

"Boo."

|| Again - I'm very open to SLs of basically all kind, just lemme know and I'll message you!

"Ding dong."

|| GUESS WHO'S WATCHING MURDER HOUSE AGAIN.

||: If you're interested in plotting a SL, let me know!

||: My DMs are always open and I'm dreadfully lonely.