“I would fucking love to kick your ass right now, but we’re in public, and I’m trying to be civil... so shut the hell up.” Alizka didn’t bother looking at her brother, but they scooted into the booth next to Annaki and squeezed her hand. Her mind was running at a hundred miles per hour; either that or she wasn’t taking care of herself as much as she should—also known as having low blood sugar. “Wait, if you order a big stack of hotcakes, I doubt your body can take it—” They paused, stopping themselves from throwing an insult. “That’s not what we’re here for, you moron, but Ros.” Alizka didn’t know where to start, mustering a lowly insulting her brother’s way. Their hands were moving in a circular motion, attempting to think slowly. “As much as I hate to mention mom’s death, everything has been so strange. And by everything, I mean Rosalind. Cy—she’s our younger sister, so, like, who gives a shit about blood-relations and stuff—ANYWAY, she’s behaving so strangely for—how long, Naki?” She looks at her sister, trying to remember the weirdness of what has transpired. Every single passing day—well, the behaviors surrounding their family, mostly. “I’ve got a lot going on right now. I’m sorry we didn’t ring on the same landline, your majesty,” Liz rolled her eyes and continued, “it’d be better in person, trust me.” Not only was she still trying to figure out how Zeliha ended up in the basement of the mall, but Rosalind’s behavior had her raising some questions. “I don’t even know where to start, and all I can think about is Mom.” / @wiithstars