“You’re beautiful and capable of great things..”

You hear the child you're supposed to babysit mumble while you were sitting on the couch, speaking to a small mini mirror in her hands, fixing her bangs a bit—despite having her eyes closed, then whispering to her mirror.

“Like murder…”

It caught you off guard a bit, looking over your shoulder and the couch, looking over to her—MiMi felt you look over, and then whispered back to her mirror.

“But don’t do that..unless it's necessary."