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blaire is almost fond, it’s like watching bambi try and walk for the first time. she wonders how this chick handles all the missing people and bodies that turn up, when a little harmless shoplifting made her look like she was about to pass out. blaire shrugs, taking a hand from her pocket to inspect a glitzy jeweled necklace on a stand in front of them. ❝ you think this shit is worth 50 bucks ? it’s not even real diamonds. it’s probably just cut glass and craft glue. and who gives a fuck if she’s nice ? i doubt she’s donating any of her profits to charity or to the families of those people who have gone missing. funerals cost a fuck load, you know. ❞
“ maybe not. but isn’t it her decision to make when it was her labor that made this necklace ??” penelope responds, and then the mention of the missing people causes a different type of sting. penelope can’t help the way her face drops, nor can she help the look that she’s sure graces her face whenever she’s reminded of the fact that her big brother isn’t with her anymore. she swallows thickly, avoiding blaire’s eyes. “actually ... yeah, i do.” she responds, slightly defensive -- emotions often run high at the mention of her brother. “my brother has been missing for a month. so ... i’d say i understand fairly well.”













