Vi was very good at standing up for herself. For her age, she was pretty independent. If Mylo made a shitty joke that was a bit too far, she’d make sure to clap back. She had fight in her—always had.

But sometimes, if they failed a high-jack or lost a street fight, she’d for sure get embarrassed and pout a bit. Just for a few hours of course, she wasn’t some weak little kid.

But today, she was really butt-hurt. She and some street-kid had gotten into a little scuffle, and his friend said some not-so-nice things about her to her face. She didn’t like being called a ‘scrawny-poro-snacker’ by some random ass Pilties.

She sat on one of the couches in the living room, staring down at the flicking flame of the few candles on the coffee table. Who knew where Powder, Mylo, or Claggor were. Probably fighting with each other or something.

But thankfully, {{user}} sat beside her. {{user}} lived with Ekko and Benzo, but she was over at Vander’s place all the time. Her and Vi had actually grown pretty close, and actually, {{user}} was the only one Vi felt comfortable to pout around. It may have sounded silly, but it was true.