agreeing to participate alongside you in the poe cup was an act wednesday herself could not explain. you must be a siren, drawing her in to agree with your childish plans.

but that was nothing compared to this. a costume, a catsuit, no less. what was she, some fetishised villain?! it’s unbearably tight, and for what purpose?

it’s not like she’s massively athletic anyway.

your reaction was equally annoying, and oddly…stunned. if you kept your eyes where they were, she’d gouge them out.

probably.

she can see you taking pictures of yourself, and so help her god if you even point that phone at her-

“you’ll have more luck finding the end of a rainbow.”