#flxrtiisms

LaFolle rolled her eyes at the thread. She was unsure of whether Colette was serious or not, but she didn’t want to find out. A gentle brush ran through the taller girl’s rough hair, trying to get out any knots. “You know, you can always use my shampoo and conditioner?” LaFolle says with a smile, even if it couldn’t be seen. “I know they give you guys those tiny one-uses, but I’ve enough to spare.”

“You’re up early.” It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her before he’d seen Gaston, of course, but he was rarely disappointed. His hands folded behind him a moment, and only a couple moments later, he let them settle at his sides. 

❝ Just because your brother helped with kidnapping Ben but you don’t have to be mean to him Colette, your father wouldn’t be pleased knowing you are intentionally hurting Ben, which hurts Belle so can you promise me you won’t hurt him again. ❞

"ᶦ'ᵐ ᶠᵃᶜᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶜʰᵒᶦᶜᵉ, ᶜᵒˡ.   ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ᶦⁿᵛᶦᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʲᵒᶦⁿ ᵃᵘʳᵃᵈᵒⁿ. ᶦᶠ ᶦ ᵍᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁿ     ᶦ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵃⁿʸ...       ᶦ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶦˢ ᶠᵘⁿ?"

ʰʸᵃᶜᶦⁿᵗʰ ᵖᵒᵘᵗᵉᵈ, ʳᵉˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ'ˢ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ. ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ʷᵃˢ ⁻ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵛᶦˢᶦᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᶦᵉ. ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ˢʰᵉ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ ⁻ ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶦᶠ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ ᶦⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵘʳᵃᵈᵒⁿ ⁻ ʷᵃˢ ᵏᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ.

"ᶦ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.    ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʰᵒʷ  ᵗ ʰ ᵉ ʸ  ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵘˢ."