#apsolvi

Tosses an apple core at her head.

   ❝I'm not a trash ca– Ah, Nadine!❞

"Wanna bet?" Casually just. Becomes a cat and runs away. Have fun, Elwine.

          Dark eyes flash  brilliant  crimson  and  the  angel  whirls,  boot  already  raised           over the vanishing blur of white darting across  the  ground.  Treaded,  steeled,           soles glint in the dull evening light, and a sneer flickers  onto  deadpan  visage           when her foot comes down hard on a  long,  white,  tail.  Humming, she  allows           herself only a moment of satisfaction before reaching down to pluck  her  sister           and her mangled tail from the ground.

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          ❛ Miss Nadine,

                       A visitor who introduced himself as ‘ LASAF ’ arrived at                        [ 1534 HOURS ] and proposed that I call you for his own                        benefit. I believe that he was being crude. Your father has                        been notified, and he believes that you should stay away                        from FILTH.

                                          An order for heavy-duty [ PEPPER SPRAY ] has                                           been placed using your  credit,  as  agreed,  and                                            CHARLOTTE00 is recharging. It will be ready to                                           serve you in approximately [ SIX  HOURS  AND                                           FORTY-THREE MINUTES ].

                                              What would you like to do now ?                                           SOL01 has confirmed riots in Central,                                                         so I am afraid that --

slowly, slowly, she looks up, from the paperwork on her desk, now covered in chunks of bright orange flesh. Indigo eyes meet saffron and for a moment all is silent. 

And then, she smiles. It’s a wide, distorted, smile— the kind she’d give her enemies rather than her friends or her sister, but it’s there, and even as the grin creeps onto her face, she’s moving. Slowly, away from her desk, to her feet.

Gloved hands dart out and grab her twin by the collar of her shirt, pulling her close until they’re almost nose to nose. Dark eyes --ringed with red-- become brighter, pupils shrinking until she appears deranged, quiet laughter tearing out of her throat. Clicking her tongue —a show of harmless disappointment— she leans forward to whisper straight into her sister’s ear.

Silone almost calls out to the woman, stops -- because it's not right. That's not Chlomaki, and honestly... It doesn't look like her at all, does it? Even the puppy herself is confused as to why she would think it was. 

          Eyes light up, becoming almost painfully bright, and a malicious smile flits over their face as their gaze meets that of the feline angel. Grinning, they cup their own face with their hands in a show of surprise, expression that of equal parts scorn and amusement.