wicked games / bitches blitz

[gamemaker tallis 🌱 kaitlin.]

Allies are important.

Honestly, I'm surprised that I can already hear Teddy in my head. His voice is so clear to me, tired and broken, hopeful and yet hopeless in all sorts of twisted ways. He's a hard one for me to read, and I should probably pay him more attention, but. Well, I don't have an excuse not to, really, but I'm going to pretend like I have a good one so that I can justify not picking the allies that he'd told me to go after.

"Helloooooo?" I call, stepping off the lift and into the entryway of the Seven suite. "Anybody home?"

I walk in like I own the place.

Here's hoping Jacinta Salazar doesn't kill me for invading her space! The image of the pregnant girl trying and take me down though suddenly comes into my mind and I start laughing to myself. I'm still chuckling when I catch sight of Helle and the others.

Helle's my favorite, but don't tell the rest.

"Y'all got any snacks?" I ask, still chuckling.

Don't eat too much, I hear Teddy in the back of my head. Oh, eat me, I say back.

[Baby Wessex d9 [earthling]]

"Y'all got any snacks?"

Out of the bedroom, clad in a men's button down silk shirt, matching boxers, and white socks several sizes too big for her crow feet, comes Helle. She slides across the polished foyer, coming almost to a sleek stop in front of Terra.

Almost.

At the last second, enormously pleased with her entrance, Helle puffs up her chest, unbalancing her center of gravity. She tilts a little forward, feels herself slipping, windmills her arms. She comes to a full stop, upright but legs akimbo.

She lets out a long pant, then grins at Terra. "I heard 'snacks'?"