Kendoll Stower

“I’ll just block out the fact that you’re calling me out with my drink. How’s that? I never said I was nice. I don’t question the stuff you will or won't do with twelve year olds. Maybe you can take this as a gentle reminder that your ‘straight edge’ life won’t last longer than you probably do in bed.”

“I guess that’s not horrible, at least you’re not dumb... It is kind of weird though. I don’t know? I don’t ask people if they read giant textbooks in their spare time. I certainly don’t, but then again, maybe I’m the weird one.”

“But, is this for school? I have a feeling it’s not? So you’re just reading a giant ass textbook for shits and giggles? You are one weird person.”

“Then you can’t be complaining about me pouring myself a drink when you’re attempting to lead this straight edge life of yours. It’s definitely not inconsiderate, I’ve thought about how this would make you feel, but it wasn’t enough for me to not drink. There’s always an extra glass for you though, all you have to do is ask.”

“It is. Without it, you would become a social wreck and probably the laughing stock around here. From what I’ve seen, we already have a few of those, so no need to add any more. I don’t think I could take it.”

“I don’t think hobbling is going to help you much, what if someone saw you? You’d look even more like a troll if you hobbled. At least let me help you, to save your dignity.”

“I don’t need constant reassurance from a mirror to know that I look more than good today.” She rolled her eyes along with the girl. If she had of known it was her sister she was going to run into, she would have done it a bit harder. “It looks like you know how to use your body as a road block as well as your eyes. If you’re going to take up that much space, stick to the side.”

“What the actual fuck?” Morgan spun on her heel, glaring at the person who just so rudely walked into her. How dare they? She knew she didn’t exactly move out of the way either, but she shouldn’t’ve had to–she didn’t move for anyone, she wasn’t the help for gods’ sake. She was Morgana fucking Lucas. 

Kendoll looked up from her freshly painted manicures, examining to ensure there were no flaws, when she felt the tail end of a freshly cut strand of hair whip at her face. “Excuse you. You’re in my way.” Kendoll narrowed her eyes in on the girls features. She couldn't remember if she’d ever met her before, maybe she had threatened her before, but she really couldn’t remember.

“I bet. It’s probably going to swell, get a little slanted, and look even grosser. You should most definitely go get checked out asap. If you want, I could go get someone, but that requires a lot of effort on my part.”

“It would definitely make your colon irritable. And it kind of would be your fault, so he’d be right about that one. I mean, I’ve had a few people compliment it, but overall, no. Not many people care about the finer things in life. So rude, right? Again, depends on the birthday cake. I do love the funfetti cakes though. So maybe I’d dive for one of those too. I can’t say for sure that you’re a human vacuum, but all I’m saying is I’ve heard the rumors around here about some guy with flawless hair and a chiseled face who can inhale almost anything if you put it close enough to his mouth. I’m just saying, it very well could be you after what I just witnessed. How can I be a traitor when I’m never on someone’s side. You have a lot to learn about Nemesis, kid. Stick with me and you’ll go far. Just remember I’m never on a side, it’s too boring that way. Milo has Barbie cupcakes? I’m definitely going to be doing a non-conspicuous drop by and see what’s happening there.”

“No, I can’t imagine that you’d digest that easily. Although you’ll know you’ll have an interesting colored excretion. I’ve honestly tried showing people but they don’t seem to care about that stuff around here. Oh yeah, couldn’t let that one go by. I think that’d be the only cake type that I’d dive for. They shouldn’t, but somehow I feel like they’re natural for you. Mmm, there’s a lot of competition around here, Chris. You’re going to have to prove yourself to earn that title. Tiny ones yes, but bigger ones aren’t too bad, just slap some icing on it, doesn’t even have to be piped honestly. Throw some sprinkles on, and viola. Perfection. Maybe I’m all about those pesky little details.”

“Honestly, I’m okay. I tripped over some stupid tree root and fell. It looks worse than it is.”

“Uh, no offense but you kind of look like a troll had a baby with a smurf. You might want to get that checked out.”

“Glad to hear, I just got my nails done so I’d hate to see them lodged in your stomach. I don’t think purple would go great with the interior. What kind of cake are we talking about? I didn’t get the chance to see it, just blurry hands and massive black hole. Oh yeah, the juice to wash down the cake. So you’re the pristine, innocent one? I’ll bite. I’m more of a cupcake girl. Cakes are just too pretty to ruin. I feel like there’s a lot more work that goes into a full blown cake, as opposed to tiny cupcakes. I don’t feel as much of a monster when I eat them.”

“That explains so much. I’m down with food though, just not the fattening kind. If I find anything resembling sweets, I’ll let you know. Saving for later, that’s not a bad idea. I’d still just pay you to clean up my cabin though. I can’t be bothered to do it and these cabin inspection scores are getting annoying. Now spreading wealth, is something I’m familiar with, so I’m following. Bring all the buddies you want. The stash is yours. When your wardrobe costs more than an average house, you'd do your best to ensure you stay in them for at least a couple of years.”

“That they will be. Only so long as you have a coat tail though. There are so many different types of formal though. They need to be way more specific. True, if they say no, well tough shit, it’s happening. So long as no one spills alcohol on my dress, we’re a green light for a good time.”