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STATS.

FULL NAME : lewis fry.

DATE OF BIRTH : september 9th, 2000.

HOMETOWN : unknown.

ZODIAC : virgo sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising.

SEXUALITY : bisexual.

EDUCATION : college graduate.

OCCUPATION : engineering teacher's assistant.

LANGUAGES : english, french, spanish.

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT : 6'1.

HAIR : short, messy, dark blond/light brown.

EYES : green-blue.

TATTOOS : n/a.

MARKINGS : n/a.

FAMILY.

MOTHER : unknown.

FATHER : unknown.

SIBLINGS : unknown.

PETS : n/a.

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS : intelligent, kind-hearted, passionate, inventive, faithful.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : nostalgic, obsessive, hasty, improvident, discouraged.

FEARS : spiders, never being loved.

LIKES : when his inventions work, weird and interesting people, knock-knock jokes, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, feeling accepted, good ramen, green, sweater vests, mismatched socks, radios and cds over streaming music, a good sized workspace, coming up with fun ideas.

DISLIKES : failure, rejection, contacts, being doubted ( though he often doubts himself ), waiting, when his food gets cold because he forgets to eat while working on a project, people that can't keep promises.

HOBBIES : honestly . . . mostly just engineering.

AESTHETICS : messy desktops, senseless sticky notes all over the mirror, half-assed doodles on notebook pages, lamp light spilling over stacks of paper, big round glasses, colorful band-aids with cartoon characters, brown and green plaid, uncombed hair and excited eyes, talking too fast for anyone to understand, explaining ideas no one asked about, giving up on projects and yourself the first time they don't work out, staring at your reflection and wondering why no one will love you, staticky radio channels, doordash at 2 am.

ABOUT.

lewis is smart, but what he makes up for in wisdom, he can be lacking in emotional intelligence. sometimes he has trouble seeing or understanding the way others feel, and he has a bad habit of putting his foot in his mouth. social situations are definitely not his strong suit. he's better at being a friend behind a screen where he can overthink all of his words. most times, he feels he is too much. some people are not enough, but he is too much — for any couple to want to bring him home, for his mother to love him, for people to befriend him and not grow tired of his constant inventing and social awkwardness. in a way, he thinks he's okay with that, he has come to terms with it and he will not water himself down for anyone . . . but it would be nice to be loved for once, as he is. he does often feel like there is something missing, a piece of him, and he believes it is probably his birth mother ; but that is only because he's forgotten his adoptive family. if he had them, he would feel no reason to keep searching.

HEADCANONS.

lewis hates contacts, he gets freaked out at the idea of sticking his finger in his eye so despite the lack of them in gifs, he is always wearing glasses. ( plus, he thinks it really helps sell the nerdy aesthetic. )

when it comes to food, he often hyper-fixates on meals and snacks, eating them until he burns himself out. right now, he's particularly obsessed with ramen . . . and buttered toast with marmite . . . and raspberry tarts.

he dresses much older than he is, grandpa sweaters and vests . . . but he often opts for strange patterns and colors so he doesn't necessarily look professional.

lewis doesn't drink much, and when he does he usually opts for something simple like a bottle of beer. he's a light weight, and he's a giggly, tipsy, silly drunk.

lewis leaves sticky notes everywhere. most of them don't make sense with lack of context, sometimes sketches, sometimes random words. many of them he completely forgets the purpose of when they're written down, but he never throws them away . . . just in case.

he listens to a lot of 2000s-2010s music ; rob thomas, timbaland, u2. he's not sure what his favorite genre of music is, but those feel comforting to him, songs that used to play as a kid on the radio while he was working on random engineering ideas, the background music of his best ( and worst ) memories.

EXTRA.

biography.

pinterest.

INFO.

full name: charlotte jenny la bouff

date of birth: august 7th, 1993

hometown: evermore

zodic: leo sun, virgo rising, aries moon

sexuality: heterosexual, heteromantic (so she thinks)

education: high school graduate

occupation: influencer

height: 5'2

hair: blonde

eye color: green

tattoos/piercings: earlobes

markings: n/a

mother: jennifer la bouff

father: eli la bouff

siblings: n/a

pets: stella, basset hound

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: faithful, optimistic, generous, poised, friendly

negative traits: egotistical, gullible, pampered, ditzy, impatient

likes: sweet tea, romance novels, fairytales, dresses, dancing, country music, fresh baked goodies, manicures, taylor swift, big hats, all things pink, plusses, cute charming men

fears: never falling in love, losing tiana or her father

dislikes: sweating, waiting, sneakers, jeans, runny mascara

hobbies: daydreaming, reading, shopping, taking selfies

aesthetics: peaches, fluffy pink comforters, high heels, doodled hearts, pink frosting cupcakes, azaleas, boots, sparkly tiaras, beignets, pearl necklaces, feather boas, miss dior eau

HEADCANONS.

lottie is a sweetheart. she's someone who is naive, generous and too kind-hearted for her own good, though she may not seem it from a first glance. it would be easy to assume she cares more about the way she dresses than someone else's well-being, but that's just not true. spoiled, charlotte was also loved growing up. she never had to want for her parents affection. she was her daddy's little princess and the apple of her momma's eye, and they taught her how to be as good as she looked.

sometimes she forgets that everyone isn't the same as her. she expects people to treat her how she would treat them, which can lead to... problems.

the hardest thing she has been through was losing her momma. she was only around six when she passed away. playing with tiana was truly the distraction her little heart needed to cope through it all. she misses that woman so much, still, and she wishes her momma was here to see the young lady she grew into. she still loves her with her whole heart. she just has to love her from afar now.

she keeps waiting for some beautiful man with beautiful eyes to sweep her off her feet. sometimes she thinks she lets her imagination go too far. when she's out walking stella she often imagines bumping into a cutie with a dog of his own. they'd strike up a conversation, their pups would start playing together, and that would be that. at the ice cream parlor, she imagines the man before her in line asking her for help with selection. she cracks an innocent little joke, his eyes meet hers, and the world stops.

she knows that she is a strong independent woman who doesn't need a man! but is it so bad to want one?

she just... loves love. and she knows there's someone out there for her. hopefully in evermore.

lottie loves flowers - she grew up playing in an absolutely beautiful garden that was started by her mother, and it feels wrong to not be surrounded by floral scenery. though she doesn't have a yard for all that here, she has plants sitting in almost all of her windowsills. she doesn't have quite the green thumb her momma did, but they're all managing... for now.

marilyn monroe is her hero.

charlotte doesn't really... do casual. even her bedtime outfits consist of pink satin pj set and a 'messy' bun without a hair out of place. she has to do her makeup to go to the grocery store. it isn't that she's worried about being seen natural. maybe a little. she just loves looking her very best. it makes her feel her very best. she's not judging anyone who is there in their yoga pants, though; to them, she would say, "you look as pretty as a peach, darlin'!"

she has lots of southern phrases. i feel like that goes without saying... but i'm gonna say it anyway.

probably one of very few people you'll ever meet that says "bless your heart" unironically.

her favorite past time is romance novels. there's nothing better than pouring a nice tall glass of sweet tea, grabbing a copy of pride and prejudice and cozying herself into a hammock. she could lose herself in stories for hours. hoping one day she's part of one.

she has a sweet tooth... but specifically baked goods. she's not so much of a candy person. she does like chocolate, but specifically bon-bons and fancy little boxes - not hershey bars. her favorite, though? a nice warm apple pie. a chocolate chip croissant. sweet enough to eat the whole thing without getting a toothache. if she's being real specific, her favorite is anything tia bakes her. that girl bakes with love.

she rarely calls tiana by her name. it's always tia.

STATS.

FULL NAME : frederick flamarian frederickson iv.

DATE OF BIRTH : september 27th, 2000.

HOMETOWN : san fransokyo.

ZODIAC : libra sun, gemini moon, cancer rising.

SEXUALITY : bisexual.

EDUCATION : college graduate (by the skin of his teeth).

OCCUPATION : owner of superhero headquarters.

LANGUAGES : english, some japanese.

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT : 5'11.

HAIR : shoulder length dirty blonde, always messy.

EYES : green.

TATTOOS : n/a.

PIERCINGS : n/a.

MARKINGS : n/a.

FAMILY.

MOTHER : susan frederickson.

FATHER : frederick frederickson iii.

SIBLINGS : n/a.

PETS : a lot of exotic fish back home. none in evermore.

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS : docile, friendly, generous, optimistic, authentic.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : spoiled, carefree, annoying, distracted, dense.

FEARS : fire, death, losing his friends.

LIKES : video games, apps like skullgirls and pokemon go, godzilla, reptiles, his friends, adventures, learning things he's interested in, writing, drawing, his van, skateboarding, comfortable clothes, science, monster energy drinks, comics, manga, anime, superhero movies, naps.

DISLIKES : being used, being bored, being forced to dress up 'nicely', people being mean for no reason, feeling inadequate, fancy parties, having to wake up early.

HOBBIES : gaming, reading (comic books), writing and sketching (mainly for comic books), sign spinning, watching movies, watching streamers, watching youtubers, scrolling funny reels, saving dumb memes.

AESTHETICS : jean jackets, green beanies, red beanies, action figures, mismatched socks (not because he's quirky, because he doesn't bother sorting his laundry), golden retriever energy, off the wall texts after midnight, holes in plain colored tees, doodling on math tests, random posters covering the walls, beanbags, not sleeping until 6 am, sleeping until 2 pm, messy bedsheets.

ABOUT.

fred is the definition of a himbo. he has a big heart, he's loyal, he's fun, he is someone who does not know how to love halfway . . . and he's a little lacking in the brain department. but fred is not stupid, not entirely. he just doesn't apply himself. or so he's heard. mostly from his mother, explaining why he's such a disappointment in her sugarcoating ways. he's a go with the flow kind of guy, someone that really only picks up on learning things that entertain him. he knows he doesn't have the brains his friends do, but what he is lacking in iq, he definitely makes up for in enthusiasm. and being an all around reliable friend. anytime you call on hm, he will be there. as long as he doesn't sleep through the phone. fred definitely has abandonment issues, and he misses tadashi deeply, a loss he's never figured out how to cope with. but he keeps everything to himself when he can. he tries to be the funny guy, the sympathetic one, the shoulder to cry on. part of him does fear if he burdens his friends too much, if he runs out of things to offer him . . . he will end up alone.

HEADCANONS.

fred would like to one day publish his comics, but he's hesitant to let anyone actually read them. his father's footsteps are big ones to fill, and the last thing he wants to do is let him down . . . with the thing that built his legacy.

back when he had access to pretty much unlimited funds, fred was a big spender. mostly on ordering takeout three times a day, buying rare pokemon cards and a shit ton of donations to various charities. he can be tone deaf, never having to worry about money until now, but he made sure the wealth was put to good use.

he has always chosen hand-me-down clothes, however, not understanding why anyone needs to buy expensive brands, so not having excess money doesn't hurt too bad. he just wishes he had been taught how to handle it a little better . . . and that he could still go out and buy whatever collectables he wanted.

fred has seen a lot of the world. though his parents typically chose to travel without him, he has been escorted to many events over the years. he has never really cared much, though, content with settling down.

he loves collecting pins, usually comic book style, anime or dragons. his jackets and some of his beanies are covered in them.

he also has an insane collection of funko pops . . . back home.

fred is not a good cook. he tries, bless his heart, but he tends to forget what he's doing, get distracted, caught up in a game, lose track of time, or just completely misread the instructions. the boy has to make sure his fire extinguishers are readily available at all times.

fred does wonder if his parents have even noticed he's missing yet.

is it horrible he misses his butler more than them?

he has a rusty, beat up van he calls the zilla-mobile, not too dissimilar from the one he drove back at home (when he wasn't using the limo) even though he had money to buy something better then. as long as it gets him around, he doesn't care if it looks a little rough around the edges.

he's still in the denial part of losing his friend, the first real death he's been exposed to outside of books and movies, and finds it a hard pill to swallow that he won't just . . . respawn.

look, he can be a bit of a slut, but he's also a simp. he is perfectly fine keeping things casual, but would have no trouble being locked down.

EXTRA.

biography.

pinterest.

STATS.

FULL NAME : vitani ada kagai.

DATE OF BIRTH : august 15th, 1997.

HOMETOWN : undecided.

ZODIAC : leo sun, capricorn moon, taurus rising.

SEXUALITY : bisexual, leans towards women.

EDUCATION : high school graduate.

OCCUPATION : bouncer at moonlight.

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT : 5'11.

HAIR : buzzcut, black.

EYES : brown.

TATTOOS : n/a.

PIERCINGS : n/a.

MARKINGS : calloused knuckles, various small scars on arms and legs, faint scar beneath her left eye, freckle on her right cheek.

FAMILY.

MOTHER : zira kagai.

FATHER : askari adeoye.

SIBLINGS : nuka kagai, kovu kagai.

PETS : n/a.

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS : bold, athletic, devoted, innovative, vigilant.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : violent, headstrong, irritable, critical, spiteful.

FEARS : getting close to others, being caught off-guard, seeing her mother again, not having control, thunderstorms.

LIKES : kitchen knives, butterfly knives, pocket knives, swords, flirting, sex, play fighting, actual fighting, praise, fire, biting.

DISLIKES : simba, nala, kiara, loud chewers, being touched without consent, mouth breathers, being stared at, people standing too close, people sitting too close, tedious conversations, goody-two-shoes, ignorant questions, being ignored, dogs, being doubted.

HOBBIES : exercising, stalking, ???

AESTHETICS : skinned knees, bloody knuckles, red lace lingerie, cracked mirrors, knee high boots ( with heels ), sitting on rooftops at midnight, pocket knives tucked into boots, an old tattered box of matches, fingernails sharp enough to slice an apple, dirt covered bandages, locks of freshly cut curls in the sink, fucking in public bathrooms, mischievous smirks, sharp canines, fancy glasses collecting dust in a nearly empty cabinet, running through the woods at 2 am, longing to feel good enough.

ABOUT.

vitani is, first and foremost, a fighter. she has never backed down from a challenge. most of this stems from the way she was raised, not as a child, but a pawn. she has both mommy and daddy issues. neither of her parents loved her, and it's all she's known so it doesn't quite hurt. what really gets to her was the lack of respect from them. she put her life on the line for her family, did everything asked of her with no questions, no complaints, but will always be overlooked by her younger brother. she trusts no one, outside of nuka, the only one who has earned it. her brothers are the only people she has ever truly loved, though she does a terrible job of showing it. it is hard to give affection when it was never showed to you . . . when it feels like setting yourself up for a trap. it is hatred that has always fueled her. she hates the adoye family, she hates what she was told they did to her father, hates that they're the reason ( so she believes ) that she will never have a future. and never had a past. she hates herself for not being enough, deep down. and, she's starting to realize, she hates her own mother, and her father too, rest his soul, perhaps in a different way entirely . . . but perhaps more than she has ever hated anyone else.

HEADCANONS.

vitani loves knives. not to be edgy, she just loves and collects them.

she does not do drugs and she does not get drunk. she will have a drink here or there, but she would never take it too far because the only person she can trust to take care of her, is herself. if she lets her guard down, she doesn't know who would take that to their advantage.

red is her favorite color. black is a close second.

when she shifts, she shifts into a lioness, but she avoids it at all costs.

vitani doesn't really care about music. there's a few songs she likes to exercise to, and some she won't turn off the radio for, but she doesn't go out of her way to play it. she would truthfully rather sit in silence.

she likes to collect nice things, though she refuses to use them. she's never had the chance to own expensive things before without stealing them, and just looking at decor sitting around her home, knowing that it belongs to her, is a whole new kind of power.

she doesn't steal as often as she used to. it's a hard habit to break, she feels the need still to hoard money knowing what it's like to be without, but she is financially stable and has months of rent put away so she's trying to be a better person . . . she'd claim it's just because getting caught is a hassle, but truthfully, she does have morals deep down.

cat person, for sure. dogs are gross.

vitani prefers to keep her head buzzed. she doesn't mind having long hair, but short is more practical, and it just feels like her at this point.

she actually really enjoys playing around with makeup. there's something so empowering about a nice cat eye and a dark red lip.

EXTRA.

biography.

pinterest.

STATS.

FULL NAME : sylvie cordelia mist.

DATE OF BIRTH : march 1st, 1999.

HOMETOWN : pixie hollow.

ZODIAC : pisces sun, scorpio moon, cancer rising.

SEXUALITY : bisexual, possibly lesbian.

EDUCATION : high school graduate.

OCCUPATION : swimming instructor.

LANGUAGES : english, korean, very little japanese.

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT : 5'6.

HAIR : long, straight, black, with a slight dark blue tint.

EYES : brown.

TATTOOS : n/a.

PIERCINGS : earlobes.

MARKINGS : n/a.

FAMILY.

MOTHER : n/a.

FATHER : n/a.

SIBLINGS : n/a.

PETS : n/a.

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRATS : easygoing, quirky, faithful, sympathetic, practical.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : vacuous, amenable, unhurried, shallow, odd.

FEARS : letting people down.

LIKES : water ( duh ), the color blue, learning new things, love stories, praise, social settings, making friends, dancing in the rain, splashing in puddles, chestnuts, baths, teaching, cute animals, good music, makeup, looking pretty, compliments, evermore, pixie hollow, flying, snowball fights, clubs, honey cakes, having fun, saltwater taffy, watermelon, flowers.

DISLIKES : feeling stupid, being scolded or told what to do, getting frustrated, people ( and fairies ) who are mean for no reason, mustard, loud noises, missing out, not being able to fly.

HOBBIES : window shopping, online shopping, going out, painting, practicing new languages, following makeup tutorials, teaching herself to sew, dancing, listening to music, trying new drinks and foods, reading by the rivers.

AESTHETICS : dewdrops clinging to a spiderweb, winking at a pretty girl across the room, bare feet in a creek, sipping a mixed drink, telling your friends you love them every chance you get, clear lip gloss, suncatchers hanging in the window, unmade beds with too many pillows, collecting the prettiest pebbles, staring at your own reflection in a store window, a baby blue dress discarded on the floor, cooing at babies in the grocery store, reminding everyone they're doing a good job, twirling in the street during the middle of a thunderstorm.

ABOUT.

sylvie is someone who always has the best intentions. she's loyal, genuine, upbeat, sweet ( until you mess with her friends ) and . . . maybe a little ditzy at times, but it's part of her charm. and she can be very charming! even in the most stressful moments she is typically able to keep her cool, going into mom!friend mode. she uses her soothing voice on animals, the kids that she teaches to swim when they're scared and even her friends whenever necessary. she is a glass half full kind of person fairy, looking on the bright side, which is why the evermore situation is a bit hard for her. she isn't used to wanting more than what she's known. though she's usually easy to get along with, she does have her flaws. she can be naive, too trusting. she can be stubborn. she can get her feelings hurt easily. and she's too agreeable. sometimes it feels likes he doesn't even form opinions of her own because they can all be traced back to things others have told her. she takes things at face value too often. but all of those things make her who she is, and she likes who she is, so she wouldn't change any of it. as much as sylvie loves evermore, and she really and truly does love evermore, she really, really wants to go home. she knows she could be happy here. and there are things about life in evermore she truly prefers! she's made so many new friends and been able to explore things about herself she never had time for before. but she also misses her friends that didn't end up in the town, and she knows that the seasons count on her . . . maybe, in another life, this could be home. but in this one, it just isn't.

HEADCANONS.

sylvie is the type of friend that tells the waitress the food is wrong or asks for extra sauce when she's out with someone who doesn't want to speak up. but she always says please and thank you! she would never, ever channel her inner karen.

though she is sensitive, she doesn't cry very often. she does tear up easily ( for positive reasons, mostly, like at wholesome commercials or videos of babies learning to walk ) but they seldom turn into real tears.

blue is without question her favorite color. most of her wardrobe and decor is blue. her eyeshadow and nails are almost always blue. looking at it makes her think of water and brings her comfort.

sylvie is is "bisexual" but she strongly leans towards women. there's a good chance she's actually not into guys at al l . . . but she's still figuring that out, and not too stressed about putting a label on it. it isn't like she was able to do much dating around in pixie hollow, so it's now or never, right?

she loves the idea of love. it wasn't something she thought of much before this town but after seeing all the romance movies, reading the books . . . swaying to love songs . . . ugh . . . swoon.

she looooves puns. especially and excessively water puns. anyone that hangs out with her for any amount of time is going to have to put up with a few of them. sorry, not sorry. ( maybe a little sorry. )

she likes to think she's tough and merciless, but it's pretty obvious she's as gentle and kind as they come . . . but do not underestimate her if she's mad. she very rarely gets truly mad but when she is, she's not just the rain, she's a whole storm.

she thinks she is very pretty. she wouldn't say she's vain . . . but she's a little vain. in her defense, she also thinks everyone else is pretty, too! she just loves wearing nice dresses, putting mascara on, taking selfies. if she's gonna blend in with the humans, she may as well do all the things she missed out on back home.

out of all the things that she likes here, she is super into partying. she loves getting dressed up, going to clubs, batting her eyelashes at pretty girls and buying them drinks. kissing strangers.

she still slips up and calls humans clumsies sometimes. she's not trying to insult them! she actually quite likes humans, now that she has gotten to know so many up close and personal, unlike the mainland! it's just habit!

things she misses the most ( aside from her friends ) is flying . . . what she wouldn't give to douse herself in pixie dust and take to the skies on a nice, clear night without worrying about who would see or what they would do.

to be fair, though, she isn't quite as careful as the others about keeping her ability or her wings a secret. she's a little too trusting. and a little too bad at being dishonest.

she has a habit of taking things too literally. if you tell her someone blew up, she's going to be shocked and asked if they're okay. if you mention brakes screaming she's going to be incredibly confused. she has gotten some figures of speech down over the years, but she's often caught off guard by hyperboles.

her favorite app is instagram but snapchat is a close second. she loves documenting pictures and posing for them. she's always asking people to get a good "candid" of her looking cute.

EXTRA.

biography.

pinterest.

STATS.

FULL NAME : pentiss laurent.

DATE OF BIRTH : june 25th, 2000.

HOMETOWN : unknown.

ZODIAC : cancer sun, cancer moon, cancer rising.

SEXUALITY : bisexual.

EDUCATION : high school graduate.

OCCUPATION : server at neverland.

LANGUAGES : english, little spanish.

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT : 6'1.

HAIR : short, black.

EYES : brown.

TATTOOS : n/a.

MARKINGS : mole on neck, mole on chin, various small scars on his legs and arms from clumsiness.

FAMILY.

MOTHER : unknown.

FATHER : unknown.

SIBLINGS : unknown.

PETS : tuxedo cat named moby.

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS : loyal, authentic, cautious, empathetic, romantic.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : clumsy, isolated, clingy, gullible, nervous.

FEARS : hook, not being enough, missing out.

LIKES : good stories, feather pens, vintage things, marbles, praise, black and white films.

DISLIKES : being left out, mean people.

HOBBIES : antique shopping, writing, collecting ( fountain pens, marbles, vintage plushies, old novels ), hanging out with the boys.

AESTHETICS : handwritten love letters, explaining how to shoot marbles, smiling at everyone, watching a party from the doorway, a lost skunk kit, drawing hearts on dusty shelves, a small pile of stuffed animals, being nose deep in a book six times as old as you, ink stained fingertips, dropping a server tray, daydreaming, always being the shoulder to cry on even when tears are springing into your own eyes, being afraid, doing it anyway.

ABOUT.

pentiss has a heart of gold. he is one of the kindest and most genuine people you could meet, even if that isn't something he considers brag-worthy. he's a bit more skittish than the others, having missed out on quite a few of their adventures, he often goes along with them with his head down hoping he doesn't get himself killed somehow. it's not that he doesn't want to do fun things. there's just so much that could go, well, wrong. he does not remember much pre-neverland. other than pieces of memories from dusty orphanages, it feels like his life began there and for the most part, that's okay with him. sometimes he does wonder though, what happened to his family . . . why he didn't have one. did they leave him on purpose? did they want him? was he loved? he supposes he'll never really know, but it's nice to think that he once had loving parents. out of the boys, he would also say he has the worst luck . . . which is probably what makes him so humble. he's the most likely to fall on his ass, mess something up or just miss out on everything. not that he's a complete klutz ; he can be graceful, confident, charming. just not particularly when he's stressed about not dying.

HEADCANONS.

tootles loves plushies. maybe it's a bit . . . childish . . . but he has quite the small collection of vintage ones. his favorite are (unsurprisingly) the skunks. they just feel comforting to him in a way he can't explain.

he also has a collection of marbles. he feels they are so underrated as you can play so many games with them, and even use them as a weapon if you must. unfortunately, he does have a bad habit of misplacing and, well, losing his marbles.

pentiss is an avid book reader. funny enough, he reads a lot of adventurous stories, making him think of all the ones wendy told him about, but he's also a big fan of romance novels. honestly, he isn't picky, any genre that can tell a story? he's all for it. he can hardly sleep without a chapter or two before bed to unwind and influence his dreams.

one thing that really annoys pentiss is . . . new pens. yes, you heard that right, pens. his main complaint about his serving job is not rude customers or aching feet or the stressful, busy nights . . . it's having to use the regular ink pens instead of one of his own from his selection of feather pens. he's a bit of a romanticist who likes writing letters the old-fashioned way so he feels a little bit of his soul die whenever he has to pull a writing utensil out of his apron to take an order.

he prefers old timey movies to the modern day cinema. there is something about them that feels more authentic, more original. the editing may not be as good, the scenes and the acting can be lacking . . . but there's a charm to them that he just can't ignore. 

EXTRA.

biography.

pinterest.

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☮︎ ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴋɪᴍɪᴋᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴀɴᴀʙᴇ-ꜰɪɴꜱᴛᴇʀ

☮︎ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 5ᴛʜ, 2000

☮︎ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ: ᴘᴀʀɪꜱ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

☮︎ ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: ʟɪʙʀᴀ ꜱᴜɴ, ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴠɪʀɢᴏ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ

☮︎ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ/ʙɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

☮︎ ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ

☮︎ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʙᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴀ ᴀᴛ ᴊᴀᴠᴀ ʟᴀᴠᴀ

☮︎ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5′2

☮︎ ʜᴀɪʀ: ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ

☮︎ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ

☮︎ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ/ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ: ᴇᴀʀ ʟᴏʙᴇꜱ, ᴄᴀʀᴛɪʟᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴇʟʟʏ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ, ᴇʏᴇʙʀᴏᴡ, ɴᴏꜱᴇ, ᴄᴀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛʟɪɴᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʀɪꜱᴛ

☮︎ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

☮︎ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴋɪʀᴀ ꜰɪɴꜱᴛᴇʀ

☮︎ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴄʜᴀꜱ ꜰɪɴꜱᴛᴇʀ

☮︎ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋɪᴇ ꜰɪɴꜱᴛᴇʀ

☮︎ ᴘᴇᴛꜱ: ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

☮︎ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴡɪꜱᴇ, ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ

☮︎ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ, ꜱᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ, ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ

☮︎ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ, ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɴᴅ

☮︎ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜰᴜɴ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘᴇꜱ, ᴛʜʀɪꜰᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇꜱ, ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ, ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ, ᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ

☮︎ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ, ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇʀꜱ

☮︎ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: ᴜᴘᴄʏᴄʟɪɴɢ, ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ, ꜱᴋᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ, ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ, ᴄʟᴜʙʙɪɴɢ, ᴅʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ 2 ᴀᴍ, ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪɴɢ, ʙᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

☮︎ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ: ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ, ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ꜱᴘʀᴀʏ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴄᴀɴꜱ, ᴀ ʟᴀᴘᴛᴏᴘ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋᴇʀꜱ, ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ꜱɪɴᴋ, ꜱᴘɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʀꜱ, ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴜɴꜱ, ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇɴꜱ, ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰɪꜱʜɴᴇᴛꜱ, ᴀ ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀᴏʟᴀ ꜰʟɪᴘ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴜᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ, ꜰʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏɢ, ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ, ɴᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴀɴɢᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴍ, ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇ

— 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 !

☮︎ ᴋɪᴍɪ ɪꜱ, ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴇʟꜱᴇ… ᴋɪᴍɪ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ʙᴏʟᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴇɴᴛɪᴄ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜰᴏʀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ. ꜱʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇꜱᴛꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ, ʜᴇʟʟ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪꜱᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇɢᴀɴ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴛɪ-ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ.

☮︎ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ.

☮︎ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀʀɪꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ɪꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴄʜᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

☮︎ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋɪᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘʀᴇᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɢʀᴀʏ ʜᴀɪʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

☮︎ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ɪᴛᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴊᴀᴠᴀ ʟᴀᴠᴀ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ, ᴇʜ — ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇɢᴀɴ ᴄʜᴇᴇꜱᴇ ᴅᴀɴɪꜱʜ.

☮︎ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʙᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ.

☮︎ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ᴋɪᴍɪ. ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ɪᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ.

☮︎ ᴋɪᴍɪ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʜᴏʙʙʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ… ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴇɢᴀɴ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ… ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏᴏʀ… ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ.

☮︎ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ.

☮︎ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ… 90ꜱ-2000ꜱ ᴘᴏᴘ ɢʀᴜɴɢᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱ.

☮︎ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ 2000ꜱ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

☮︎ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ʙᴜꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ.

☮︎ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴜᴘ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴜɴꜱ, ᴀ ᴘᴏɴʏᴛᴀɪʟ, ᴘɪɢᴛᴀɪʟꜱ, ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙʀᴀɪᴅꜱ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅʏᴇɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ.

☮︎ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰɪꜱʜ… ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ꜱᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴛᴀɴᴋ, ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰɪꜱʜ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ.

☮︎ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ.

☮︎ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪᴍɪ ꜱʟᴇᴘᴛ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ. ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

☮︎ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

☮︎ ᴋɪᴍɪ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ɢɪʀʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ. ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ.

☮︎ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ

— 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

☀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴀ ᴀʟɪɴᴀ ɪʀɪ ☀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: ᴊᴜɴᴇ 22ɴᴅ, 1996 ☀ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ: ᴘɪxɪᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ☀ ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ꜱᴜɴ, ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ᴠɪʀɢᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ☀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ/ʙɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ☀ ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇ ☀ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄɪᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴀ ᴀᴛ ᴠ8 ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ☀ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5′5 ☀ ʜᴀɪʀ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ☀ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ☀ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ/ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ: ​ᴇᴀʀʟᴏʙᴇꜱ ☀ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ ☀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ɴ/ᴀ ☀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ɴ/ᴀ ☀ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ ☀ ᴘᴇᴛꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

☀ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟ, ʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ, ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ☀ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ꜱᴋɪᴛᴛɪꜱʜ, ꜰɪɴɪᴄᴋʏ, ʀᴇᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴡᴏʀʀʏɪɴɢ, ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ☀ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: ᴍᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪxɪᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ, ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ☀ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜꜱ, ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇꜱ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ, ꜱᴜɴꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ᴡᴇʟʟ-ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙᴇᴅꜱ, ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ☀ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇꜱ, ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱᴇ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ☀ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ, ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ☀ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ: ​ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴇʏᴇꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜᴛᴜʙ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇꜱ, ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴡʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇ, ꜰʟᴏʀᴀʟ ʙᴀɴᴅ-ᴀɪᴅꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ, ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴡ, ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ ᴅʀᴏᴘʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴡ ᴏɴ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ᴛᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ' ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜰʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ, ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɢᴏ​

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

☀ ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴀ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴍ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʀʏᴡᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ "ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ!" ᴀɴᴅ "ᴜʜ, ɢᴜʏꜱ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ…" ☀ ꜱʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. (ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪ-ᴛᴏʟᴅ-ʏᴏᴜ-ꜱᴏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ.) ☀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ- ᴇʀ, ꜰᴀɪʀʏ. ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴛ ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍꜰʏ ᴘᴊꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴄᴏᴍꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʀꜱ ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴜʙꜱ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏɴɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋᴇʀ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ☀ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʜɪʟʟ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ. ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ, ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ☀ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱɪᴅᴇ, ʏᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ-ɪꜰ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ. ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ. ☀ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴄᴀʟᴍᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪᴍ ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ. ☀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ? ɴᴏ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ. ☀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇꜱ. ꜱᴏᴅᴋᴜ, ꜱᴄʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ᴊɪɢꜱᴀᴡꜱ? ꜱɪɢɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ! ☀ ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴀʟᴇʀᴛ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ 8 ᴘᴍ. ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ. ☀ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ... ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍꜱ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ. ☀ ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴠꜱ ᴘɪxɪᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜰʀᴇQᴜᴇɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ɪꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ. ☀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴋɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ. ☀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀx. ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘɪxɪᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ… ☀ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ – ɢᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ! ☀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜱꜱʏ, ᴅᴇꜱꜱ, ᴅᴇᴇ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀᴍ. ☀ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀɪʟꜱ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴄʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ... ☀ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ ʙᴜɴ. (ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ.)

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