#invisigirl

Robert Robertson the Third comes in with face masks, rom coms, a sleepover playlist queued on Spotify curated to all of their tastes, romantasy books for Coop specifically, a professional case of nail polish, acrylics, and more makeup than they have ever seen.

The girls have never been so happy to see him.

Prism, getting her nails painted: Robbo. Rob-Rob. Consider yourself an honorary girlie.

Visi, relaxing in Malevola's lap with a facemask on: Absolutely earned it, you funky little trainwreck

Flambae (YES he's here, pry Girlie Squad Chad out of my cold dead hands): Who knew you could come for a good time and be chill, bitch! I'm impressed.

Robert Robertson the Third is vibrating, sitting cross legged on the floor with a frog hairband in, some killer eyeliner on, and a bowl of popcorn in his lap trying so very hard to pay attention to the movie they're watching. They don't know. They don't know about the hours of research. The Google searches for "Gal Nights? -ai" "How to girl's night -ai" "What do yoy do at a girl's night -ai" "Dress code for girls night -ai" "Acrylic Tutorials -ai"

There was a reddit post in r/nostupidquestions.

But it doesn't matter. He did it.

Flambae was seething with frustration — because of that shit dispatcher. He'd failed his mission and ended up trapped under the building. Never mind that Flambea had blown up the parking lot to catch the criminals.

Upset, he stomped off to lunch, but when he saw Robert, his appetite vanished.

He chuckled irritably, contemplating his next dirty trick:

"Bob Bob, what's on your ass?"

The dispatcher's questioning look and an instant reply from the void of the Invisibitch:

"My eyes."

Feeling safe

(I love them very much)

Art (c) captainferial