#liv002

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“You know what’s cruel? Disney films.” She insists as Liv walks in through the door. She’s been in the same place on the sofa for around four hours, drink in one hand, chips in the other, The Lion King credits on the TV. “Children watch these movies and it’s so traumatising. Mufasa literally gets killed, Dumbo gets bullied and don’t even get me started on Bambi.” She huffs, ushering her roommate over. “Come, sit. Drink. I was thinking about watching Frozen next... Sven and Olaf are cute, I feel like their energy would help lift mine, you know?” 

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“Bring drinks,” She mutters to herself as she stands at the Ferris Wheel, no sign of Jace. A solid pout of annoyance as she wonders why she even bothered to do what he asked. It’s then that she spots Liv making a quick approach as though something was wrong. “Hey...” Alara calls. “Are you ok?” The witch glances around, noting that Liv seemed to be the only one in a bit of a fluster. The dots slowly start to connect in her head and she can’t help but sigh when she realises what’s going on. It wasn’t as though it was the first time Jace had tried to throw them together, as if they don’t see one another all the time at work. “Let me guess, Batman shone the signal and told you to be here quick?” Alara rolls her eyes and holds out one of the plastic cups. “What an asshole.”