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❛  DO  YOU  THINK  RATE  my  professor  is  ,  like  ,  reliable  ?  ❜  julia  asks  innocently  as  brows  knit  together  in  sincere  concern  ;  teeth  worry  into  a  pink-glossed  lip  ,  chewing  thoughtfully  as  she  considers  even  further  options  to  offer  in  earnest  empathy.  ❛  i  mean  ,  to  be  fair  ,  sometimes  the  site  lies  ,  but  …  ❜  slender  shoulders  lift  in  a  small  shrug  &  she  offers  an  apologetic  smile.  ❛  it’s  usually  a  good  place  to  start  ,  right  ?  oh  !  and  ,  like  ,  it’s  kinda  cute  ‘cause  there’s  a  chili  pepper  to  rate  a  professor’s  HOTNESS.  once  ,  i  took  an  english  class  on  sci-fi  just  ‘cause  the  professor  had  a  whole  chili  pepper  rating  and  ,  like  ,  it  was  SO  worth  it.  the  cutest  guy  i’ve  ever  seen  !  ❜

 “ THAT DEPENDS . are we the ones doing the rating , or the ones reading a rating ? “ it doesn’t really depend . rate my professor seems more gossip-y than anything else , but it’s still a good read in mali’s book . “ wait . you can rate a professor on their HOTNESS ? “ how had mali never known ? this is groundbreaking . “ what class was it for ? should i enrol in it ? i’ll never say no to eye candy , and i flunk most elective classes anyways . if i wasn’t such a boss bitch at soccer , i’m sure they’d love to kick my ass outta here .  may as well keep TESTING them , huh ? “

casper: ok here we go

casper: doctor, i have realized that this is an untraditional approach to this assignment in taking an abstract route, however, i would like to explain. the beginning of this piece is very calm, such as myself when i first began research, and this company when it started this year. then, we see the pace pick up just as the company faces a down hill trend in their monetary input, reaching the loudest point which is the crash of this company.

casper: how does this sound so far?

mali: whoa what kinda roleplay is this that ur calling me doc ?

mali: i mean . ahem .

Legs swinging lazily, for a moment Iris considered the possibility of dirt dropping from the bottom of her soles before recalling that her Mary Janes were brand new. “You can’t rate my fear scale, Mali. That’s hardly fair,” she said with a laugh, scooting over on the branch. “I used that little nub there to climb up. Surprisingly easy when you get some footing,” Iris explained, gesturing toward a snapped off brand midway up the tree. 

 “ you’re the one yelling boo . that warrants a fear scale . next time you should jump down at the same time . really get that surprise factor in . “ she keeps her head tilted , before grinning at iris’ instructions . like edward cullen from twilight , she’s yanking herself up the tree , panting slightly  , before reaching iris. “ what are you doing up here , anyways ? “ 

“What kind of question is that? I was impatient. Didn’t see anyone around. What’s with the third degree?” Fang huffed, rolling his eyes and darting a glance over his shoulder as if concerned someone might be on his tail. “Honestly, driving is an art and a talent that I just don’t have. You’re born with it, or you’re not. My older brother races cars, so he got all the talent my mother’s womb had to offer in the automobile department,” he rambled on. “Fucking, whatever… I’ll buy. Just got paid, anyway.”

 “ THIRD DEGREE? i asked like two questions , asshat. sounds like you’re defensive . got somethin ‘ to hide , fangalicious ? “ she wiggles her eyebrows at him , grinning like a cheshire cat . her eyes follow his own , in pure amusement . “ he races cars ? like . . vin diesel ? fast and furious ? that’s kinda hot.  “ she burps at the same time . “ is he single ? “ a bright grin takes over mali’s face at fang’s agreement . her arm swings up around him . “ see ? i knew we were meant to be , fangtastic . where to ? will we make it there alive ? oh , what an ADVENTURE we’re about to embark upon ! “

“I rolled a stop sign, but I already had a bunch of demerit points. Not exactly a star citizen when it comes to the laws of the road. Personally, just find it confusing,” he said with a shrug, unsure if any of this information was reassuring but he wasn’t necessarily trying to offer comfort. “I’m not skilled enough for bank robbery. Could jack a KitKat, maybe? Six pack?” he rambled on, walking backwards out of the bathroom as he spoke. “Yeah, I’m starving. Ate a slice of leftover pizza this morning that I’m pretty sure was growing a limb.”

 “ how did you roll a stop sign ? aren’t you meant to just literally do what it says ? like . stop ? “ she asks , with a raise of her eyebrows . “ tell me about it . i drive over a curb every day off my life . and i always find a spare mcdonalds fry shoved in the passenger seat . a tasty snack , at the best of times . “ she muses . “ kitkat and six packs are both very different in sizes . that gives me no gauge to your robbery skills . “ mali shakes her head . she hums at the mention of the disgusting pizza slice . “ just don’t barf on me . i can deal with anything , but not vomit . also , are you shouting ? i forgot my wallet . “ she didn’t , but mali is ever a leech . 

vienna: riiiiight. i wish i could turn off my brain like you, sigh.

vienna: well hopefully, but who knows. it's just kind of shady. ironic, coming from me, but it's shitty.

vienna: [...]

vienna: uh. yeah? ma'am do you think i can pull off wearing the same outfit every day?

mali: thank u its both a gift and a curse , apparently. i mainly think its a gift though

mali: i know its mean to say , but im just not really paying attention to that sort of stuff . i didnt murder anyone , so i think im fine . you know ? feeling pretty safe , all things considered

mali: umm

vienna: so real talk is this fucking "vacation" even going to be good?

vienna: like ohhohoho ya sure your classmate was murdered but hey you can go to vermont if you give us "a small fee" like fuck OFF

vienna: yet honestly ig I'M the fool because i'm still out here planning my stupid outfits. sighhhhh.

mali: a vacation is a vacation . all good in my books

mali: i mean the murdering thing hopefully isnt to do with ALL of us . besides , if they wanna throw money at their problems . . im definitely not saying no .

casper: so i think i just turned in my original score instead of my business analysis report on accident

casper: you think i can say it's meant to show how you feel while looking at the data i collected?

mali: i have no clue what ur talking abt

mali: but honestly i think if u put ur heart into it enough , i definitely think u could get away with it . you can practice on me , if u want .

“Boo!” Iris yelled down from the tree branch she rested on, legs kicking gracefully above the head of a person that was seemingly just trying to enjoy a walk in the night. “This is a toll sidewalk. You must pay one thousand dollars in order to pass.”

“ 4 / 10 boo . not super terrifying . “ mali states , looking up at iris who’s swinging from the tree branch effortlessly . mali is the kind of person that immediately wants to join . she’s eyeing the tree , thinking of how to best scale it . “ a thousand dollars ? i have like . . . $4 on me . and an expired condom . i don’t know how it got there . either of them  . “ she says , digging into her pocket to pull out  crumpled , half torn handful of notes . 

“Wanna go for a drive?” Fang asked, standing in the doorway of one of the campus public restrooms. The invitation was as odd as his presence on campus, considering a recent three day suspension, so he elaborated. “Just hanging out in the dorms is making me crazy. My license is suspended, but if you don’t wanna drive, I can just… be sneaky.”

  “ your license is suspended ? what the fuck did you do ? “ mali doesn’t have anything better to do , though , so she’s shrugging . “ yeah , why not ? who doesn’t like a bit of danger ? i never took you for a bad boy , fang . are we gonna rob a bank next ? kick some puppies ? hot dog eating competition ? “ her stomach grumbles . “  that last one was mainly because i’m hungry . whilst we go on this rogue fugitive trip , can we get food ? “