016 ☣ Some private video messages

[fridgetothefire]

[Private to Cassel]

Okay, now that I can carry and pour things, let's do this. You, me, cooking sherry and an insane amount of chocolate. Cabin 4-20.


[Private to Junko]

You know, you should give me a makeover.


[Private to Pietro]

Let's talk. Tell me you're not busy.

Comments

[omaera]

[Anya, what.

What is that.

Junko bursts out with a hyena laugh, kicking her legs as she rights herself in her seat.]

Don't tell me you went superhero on me, now! Or is that why you need the freaking makeover?

[Switch! She hops up, folding her arms with a knowing smirk.] Shall we dip-dye it black? Will you come be a villain with us?

[fridgetothefire]

[She grins, giggles a little because even at its worst - and this is far from that - Junko's energy is infectious. Anya turns her back, long enough to show the dark old bloodstain, where the heart would be on a slightly larger person, just a little bit lower on Anya.]

Neither. It's a trophy, and I was in the mood for it.

[omaera]

Eh? A trophy? [That stirs a moment of honest surprise out of her, one that turns to queer, deranged delight as she spots the bloodstain.]

Oh? Does that mean you're learning? We don't know whether to be proud or miserable at the thought.

[fridgetothefire]

Probably not. I've had it as long as you've known me, I just don't take it out much.