#ivey

L'Art et la mode, no. 27, vol. 17, 4 juillet 1896, Paris. Toilette en toile de soie "ivoire". Blouse serrée par trois rubans de satin noir formant petits choux à gauche. Figaro orné d’un grand col et de revers en tulle noir avec incrustations de dentelle ivoire: trois bandes du même tulle cerclent la jupe. (Parfum “Royal Ascot”, de Jones). Bibliothèque nationale de France

*Well.*

*let's see how this goes down.*

*Amira walked in, Icey behind her, annoyed they were dragged along to see this bitch. They should've just trapped them in they eternal nightmare prison...*

... Icey, cmon.

*Icey nodded, coming along with them. Raine was currently at a friend's house, and Icey had their phone on them incase needed*

*Eventually, they arrive face to face with.. them.

*Icey was quick with their tongue, speaking up as if they didn't almost get beaten by this... bitch*

... Hello, you dirty, good for nothing ROTTEN WHORE.

- @1ceyanonhasarrived

(they are immediately met you a blade that shot right back over to nearly cut their other eye)

(before turning, to see the familiar mold rotting at the side of their face, with the smirk)

Ahh, I see you haven't forgotten about me.

Save the flattery words for later. What can I do you for?

Ivey, a digidevil oc! He is just a goober.