SISTER.

Mood: BEYOND happy!!!!

random show stills ft. sarah miller  /  @unbearablyindifferent

FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026) dir. Meredith Alloway

"it was a bit much in my opinion but it looked good on you. i could never pull off blonde hair." the half smile she sends sarah's way reaches moss colored eyes. fingers are cleaned on a napkin. she nods. "yes, i will. i think i'll take a few days off. maybe a week." normally, the week she takes off every few months is strategically planned like clock work. this one however was not but after everything that followed lucifer being let out of the cage and the fall out with the militia in oregon, natasha figured it was best to take some time and rethink a few things. quite a few things actually. "we should do something while i'm here." another fry is eaten before she's taking a bite of the sandwich.

"Listen, like I've been telling everyone else who also saw me in that thing —— I had to complete the look! Someone comes up to you claiming to be Agent Hannah Montana but they aren't wearing a ridiculous blonde wig are you gonna believe 'em? The answer's no! Absolutely not!" That's what she tells herself anyway, it makes justifying those choices a little easier. We should do something while I'm here. "Hm. OH! There's a Paint and Sip event that I've been eyeballing since I heard about it and turns out it's coming to town this weekend! Like, tomorrow! Shall I buy two tickets?!"

" How much caffeine in that can I ask for before you start to look at me weird? "

"The weird looks start now, Claire —— I saw you drinking an energy drink earlier."

" so ... you have no idea what it means, either, and we're right back where we started. " mild, not annoyed. a little amused at how she'd rode that train of thought directly into a brick wall. he presses his mouth shut for a beat, reminding himself to take this seriously, then slides the paper towards him. spins it around, studies it like it might start talking to them if he stares hard enough. " it sort of looks like an owl. like a really sad, really crooked owl. maybe it's like, uh. hieroglyphics, or something? or a code? "

"Hm." Suddenly Sarah's eyeing the newly-discovered owl with purpose. Determination. "Hold that thought." She gets up from the table then and heads to the counter where she knows she's left her notebook and pen waiting for, well, anything really. "In order to test your code theory" on her way back to the table as she's flipping to the next clean page "we're gonna need to write it somewhere." She takes her seat and clicks the pen at the same time, a perfected art. " ... Touch the owl real quick, please? If some parts of it feel different than the others then that might be where the possible code is hiding."

"when have i ever gone easy on anyone?" oh, kate is incredibly competitive. she has all her gold medals to prove it. "you won't see me coming."

"Well I am one of your all-time favorite people so I wanted to make sure you weren't gonna bend those rules for me —— 'cause I shan't be bending them for you." By the time she's done explaining herself Sarah's got her purse over one arm and her keys in her other hand. "C'mon, kid — you VS. me. Let's go."

short open starter. "do you.....want to go... to laser tag?"

"Depends. You're not gonna go easy on me are ya? You better promise to give it everything you've got."