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GrumpyxSunshine fits Bishova so well, I think.

“How’s it going down there?” Yelena asked, unwrapping a blow-pop.

“Um,” Bob said, and then didn’t say anything else for a bit too long. Yelena and Alexei shared a look.

“You’re not inspiring confidence,” Yelena said, tossing her wrapper through the cracked window of the front seat. Bob wriggled out from underneath the limo, looking up nervously at Yelena with his eyebrows pinched, a wrinkle carved into his forehead. “This is not reassuring,” she noted, waving her blow-pop at Bob before sticking it into her cheek.

“Yeah, I know,” Bob mumbled apologetically. Yelena reached a hand down to help him up. [...] “Thanks,” he said, pushing his hair out of his face. “There’s, um… there’s a hole in the oil pan."

In the last weeks, I've been obsessed with Effie and THG.