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❝𝐆𝐨𝐝. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲. 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰?❞
In which (Y/N) disappears halfway across the world to try and get Karma to sear...
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❥ Lively, fluorescent lights fill the dark room with energetic, excited adults, their bodies swaying and moving. Her hand is clasped with her friend's as the four females make a chain, holding each other's hands so they won't lose each other in the congested nightclub, holding their soft hands gently.
Apart from the scientist, who happens to be gripping tightly onto the (H/C) haired girl's hand nervously, looking around warily. The purple-haired girl has always been - and always will be - the one out of the whole group whose least likely to organise or suggest going out to a party or a place like this. Even when going with her friends, she tends to stay in the back with one of the other three.
