[ch. 5] wednesday, w/ steph

[asswipe]

[BECAUSE IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT STEPH—

Steph won't have to wander far from her respective dorm before she hears the telltale noise of metal hitting the ground. Should she investigate the armory, she'll find Veronica carefully stepping away from a pile rusty weapons, apparently having knocked over the contents of a whole ass shelf. Whoops.]

I, um— [HI, STEPH.] I can explain.

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[vigilantics]

[ heather did not seem like a nice person from that memory, although stephanie is still pretty certain she did not deserve to get horribly murdered. before she can say anything else, though, the scenery starts to shift as i, francia, remembers that i never shared a memory.

it's... a less murdery than veronica's. still, she looks embarrassed??? why. ]

[asswipe]

[...

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I can't believe you're judging my bad choices when you settled for a masked douchebag who can't color coordinate?

[vigilantics]

Hey! He's...

[ ... ]

Cute?

[asswipe]

Girl, he won't even tell you his name.

[vigilantics]

I found out what it was later.

[ i mean like

not from him

she had to go behind his back to find out but

she definitely learned it at some point? ]

[asswipe]

After you sucked face with him.

[steph

steph]

[vigilantics]

[ opens her mouth




closes ]

He was cute?

[ she said that already. ]

[asswipe]

Again, he didn't tell you his name?

[stephanie brown, why.]

[vigilantics]

Look. Sometimes these things happen.

[ it's obvious she is running out of excuses here other than "boy hot" ]