HOLD YOUR BREATH |
❛ you know, sweetheart, by the time this is all over, you're going to fall in love with me. ❜
❛ I wouldn't hold your breath,
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ACT i. why was six afraid of seven ?because seven lived and six did not. CHAPTER vii. ❛ PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP ? ❜
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present day, california.
"WHEN YOU'RE DEAD, YOU GET TO STOP ALL THE BULLSHIT," THREE ANNOUNCED, waving his knife and fork in the air as he spoke. The group glanced up from their plates, allowing him to continue a speech he often pitched. Seven, in particular, appeared to be rather interested, still trying to decide whether or not this had all been worth it. Not that there was any turning back now. "No more DMV lines, no more Christmas shopping..."
"...Or backstabbing girlfriends," Four added, shrugging his shoulders.
From across the table, Zero shot him an amused look. After passing out just hours before, it had been determined, with some great persuasion, that the cause of it all was simply low blood sugar. So the group had gone out to a shitty diner in the hopes of quenching their appetites and increasing their blood sugar levels. Of course, that wasn't the true cause. Her panic attacks were magnifying and Five knew it. One did too. So, as a result of this, they had agreed it would be best for her to sit out the Las Vegas mission. And by agreed, One had ordered it and his sister had flung her drink into his face. So for Zero's benchmark, she had been taking it rather well.
