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Ah, the classic Tucker reaction to literally anything. A glare and the middle finger raised in your general direction. The only reaction it gets is an eye roll, really- after all, it’s something everybody who’s grown up around Craig is used to. If anything, the weakness of it just piques her curiosity even more. What on earth could be keeping the apathetic Craig Tucker awake? She can’t help being nosy and trying to peer at his laptop screen.

“Yes I need all these candles. No I won’t tell you why.”

“Come on! Christophe!” 

Usually she can keep her calm- but then, usually, she gets what she wants. She’s a likeable person- at least, she thinks she is. People are usually just willing to tell her stuff. So why won’t Christophe!

“aren’t you scared?”

“No.”

Oh, that is so, totally a lie. She’s definitely scared, to an extent- but she’s forcing a face of impasse. Forcing her breathing to remain steady, regulating her heartbeat to he best of her ability.

“oh, uh. i found a dead body.”

“You what?” Wendy doesn’t even try and hide the concern that crosses her face, voice raised in shock. What in the f r e s h f u c k.