sienna richetti.

sienna 💬 riku : what do i do after i get all the red squares??sienna 💬 riku : i can’t get the other colours without messing up the red!!!sienna 💬 riku : HELP ME!!!!!!!!

sienna 💬 beverly : bevy wevy scmhevy chevysienna 💬 beverly : i luv u soooOOooooOO mUCh!!!!!!sienna 💬 beverly : mre than hawt cheetozsienna 💬 beverly : more than ur fave lipstik that i borrwdsienna 💬 beverly : morre than this botle of tekilllaaaasienna 💬 beverly : more than the hot face i jst madeot wsienna 💬 beverly : if i got married rigth nOOOWWW, wud u b my maid of honr?????sienna 💬 beverly : omg im gnna go get marreid!!!

pursing her lips at his expression, she could easily see through it and tell that it was forced. “leo, sweetie, we will have to work on your acting skills if you are going to be a spy,” she tsked, pointing at his face before picking up another broken piece beside her. with the two pieces in hand, she attempted to fit them together as if it was as easy as a jigsaw puzzle, but no such luck. she could assemble a rifle in record time, but this tech stuff was out of her league. upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, her head shot up to face him. “oh mon dieu, leo! your voice is hot. why don’t you speak more often?” she grinned. “but of course, mon cher! pas de problème,” she responded breezily in her perfected french accent. “what can i do to help?”

no different from how it was when they were kids, sienna began pestering her old brother with more questions. “if i shouldn’t be there, then why were you? hmm?” she asked, poking his arm. her face suddenly lit up, an excited gasp escaping her lips, as the realization hit her. “were you at a strip club? monday!!! you went to the strip club without me?!” she was by no means a prude, or the type to stay on the straight and narrow path that her father had so carefully paved for his children. if anything, growing up, she was often the one to go against giuseppe’s wishes and tried to drag her siblings out of their prison home for any semblance of fun. monday had always been more willing and became the one she turned to the most. “i bet you wouldn’t even cry at my funeral,” she pouted, crossing her arms in front of her. it was the truth and she knew it, accepted it even. the richetti’s were taught to never show any emotions, let alone anything as weak as crying. even sienna herself, with all of her dramatics and superficial emotions, couldn’t remember the last time she cried. of course, fake crying aside. god, did she love a good fake cry. as his hands grabbed a hold of her face, she childishly stuck out her tongue at him before pushing his hands off and pulling away. “no. who are you, dad? screw you, monday.” narrowing her eyes at him, snuggled up comfortably with her fur coat, she reached out and yanked it towards her. “and that’s mineI pink looks awful with your skin tone!” it wasn’t true, but it didn’t stop her from saying it anyways.

arms folded across her chest and brows furrowed together deep in thought, blue eyes were trained on the tall black machine in front of her. to those passing by, it appeared as though the brunette was indecisive about or confused by it, but neither were correct. hearing a voice speak up beside her, sienna put her finger out towards said person, loudly shushing them. at the slightest indicator that they might try to speak to her again, she would wave her hand in their face and proceed to make more obnoxious shushing sounds. the entire time, her eyes never drifted away from the machine. after several more moments of silence, she finally spoke. “they took out the hot cheetos.” her tone was serious, angry even, like the act committed was the most offensive thing anyone could ever do.

scoffing loudly at his assumption, she snapped back sarcastically, “right, yes. of course. how could i possibly forget that you’ve mastered the art of mind reading, on top of being a skilled asshole big brother?? silly me!” she knew that she was being particularly difficult and giving him a hard time over an issue so small. but her ever so bratty mindset liked to think that that was monday’s problem, not hers. besides, she was his baby sister. it was her god given right to be difficult. plus, it was one of the few joys she had left in this sad, sad life of hers (okay, not really). taking this moment to examine her manicure, she sighed, “well, duh. i know that. but there is the possibility, no matter how miniscule. doesn’t that concern you, as my brother?” putting her hand down, she turned, narrowing her eyes at him. not that he could see. leaning in closer, the girl shouted into his ear, “IS THIS LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU??”

with her heels dangling in one hand and her favourite (faux) fur coat in the other, the brunette strolled breezily down the hallway, towards the common room. she’d forgotten her phone in the room before she left for a night out. or at least, she was hoping that was where she’d left it. out of habit from sneaking in and out of the richetti manor late at night for years, sienna entered the room, barely making a sound. it was only when she saw who else was present did her quiet steps become angry stomps. throwing her coat at her older brother, she huffed, “i should, after you ditched me!” dropping her heels loudly on the ground, she adjusted his legs to make room for herself on the couch. ignoring the state he was in, she whined dramatically, “i could have been killed, monday! murdered in cold blood! left on the street to die!”

with the sound of heels clicking against the floor and perfectly curled waves flowing behind her, sienna strutted down the busy hallway like it was a runway. people parted as she passed, knowing full well that if they didn’t move out of the way, then she would do it for them. with a never been opened textbook tucked under her arm, she was on her way to find one of her siblings for homework help. or, that was the excuse anyways. really, she just wanted some company. it was only when she spotted someone crouching on the ground did she slow down. upon recognizing the figure, her face lit up in excitement. he wasn’t one of her siblings, but he was just as great a company. “leo! just the person i was looking for,” she called out to him as she approached. sensing a different air to him than normal, she crouched down in front of him. “why are we crouched on the floor- ohhh...” her voice trailed off, recognizing his communicator. well, now broken communicator. picking up a broken piece beside her, she held it up, inspecting it. “hmm... this doesn’t look so bad!” though she had zero expertise in this area, so her observation really didn’t mean much.