happy little tree

“I don’t know, but he’ll definitely be more embarrassed than I would.”

“Oh, well, then I’ll definitely have to ask him about it.” Any chance to embarrass her brother was a good idea in Effie’s book.

“Are you seriously surprised that eating the last of my favorite kind of biscuit is offensive to me?”

“Your name wasn’t on them. If you wanted the last one, you should have told me.”

“Ugh, fuck you.”

“Are you seriously swearing at me over a fucking biscuit?”

hazindieznextgen·:

“You should get it.”

“Oh – hey.” Clay hesitated waving at first, never having met a friend of Nadine’s. He took what he thought was the appropriate response and turned it into a terrible joke, “I’m not following.”

@nextgenkatie·

Effie’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly at the stranger, but a quick glance between him and Nadine told her that he was probably exactly who she suspected he was. “Saying you’re not following makes it seem like you might actually be following and just trying to cover it up,” she began, “But you seem nice enough, so I’m still not sure.”

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“Well that’s probably because Nadine isn’t wasting away by any means.”

“Are you coming along, or leaving us to fend for ourselves?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“‘Course she’s coming.”

@nextgenkatie·

“Be nice, Frances.”

“Sure, I’ll come. Someone’s got make sure you two don’t burn the place down.”

“Oi, that’s mine.”

@nextgenkatie

“No, it really isn’t.”

“I should make Ace tell you.”

“Is that because he’ll get in more trouble if he does?”

Dominique inhaled sharply and spoke through gritted teeth. “Was it oatmeal or sugar?”

“Sugar.”

“Hang on, lemme look—”

“Nah, that hole’s been there since September, but— Has it gotten bigger?”

Effie blinked. “Alright, well, a more important question would be: How the hell did it get there in the first place?”

“Did you just take the last one?”

Roxanne, mouth full of biscuit, glanced over at her cousin. “Yeah?”

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“You know, I’ve come to realize there is one smokin’ hot bod that’s been wasting away in our flat.”

“Is it yours? Because you never come out with me any more.”

“Only one? From my view there’s two fit birds right in front of me. Although the idea that either of you are wasting away is ludicrous.”