"𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍, 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌."
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𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝟦𝗍𝗁, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧: 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌, 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾.
𝟫:𝟥𝟢 𝖯𝖬
The air was blasting and Iris was irritated, she stares straight ahead at the fireplace that's in front of the sofa she sits on. Her eyes moved to D then to 7 every once in awhile, Zo and Blaze were resting on both sides of her figure. They discuss the club they all are going to visit tonight, one of Dmitri's members were lucky to track down a couple men from— what they like to call—the black roses. "You okay?" Blaze pulls a white lily from her bomber jacket and hands it to Iris.
Iris grins and takes it willingly: she leans into her, Blaze's wavy hair smooshes up against Iris's cheek. "I'm fine, thanks for asking." She stands up and makes her way to the nearest hallway, Iris looks at the thermostat and scowls when she saw it was set to 60 degrees. She rolls her eyes and turns it up to 70: when she went back to the dim living room, Iris spots the variety of guns on the coffee table.
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