beccainbrielleâ:
a smile touched the blondeâs lips, her eyebrows raising in something like surprise. â batgirl, huh? â she mused curiously. â no, no, of course not. weâre FRIENDS, â the sentence left her with a knowing look, the expression on tiernanâs face bringing her a sense of pleasant uncertainty. â but are you sure you want to dress up with ME? â
  â OBVIOUSLY weâre friendsâŚ.i mean, duh. why wouldnât you be friends with me??â stammered the other, a misty blush illuminating the apples of the youngerâs cheeks. then, at the otherâs inquiry, she scoffed and waved her hand dismissively; â yeah, i mean- why not?? i have no one else to dress up with and. . . yâknow, youâre pretty cool. i guess.â











