⛧ || Velvette was on the table, yelling and putting a good argument of with Carmilla Carmine, her red and black hair with white swirls bouncing as she moved.

Carmilla was so pissed.

“You and the Vees are inane and uninformed, smug wannabes who don’t heed when you’ve been warned!”

Carmilla fought back.

“Oops! Did I strike a nerve? ‘Cause when I brought out the angel’s head, couldn’t help but observe, that your wrinkled face was turning red!”

Velvette responded.