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She puffed out her cheeks and straightened up, too full of energy at night to be disheartened by his dismissal. Silver was bound to come out soon enough. Grabbing his ankle, she pulled on his leg, as if to drag him out of bed, but it was evident that his body weight and her horrid physical strength were outmatched. She didn't exactly want to wake Silver's roommate, either. Huffing again, she sat at his hip and lightly patted his chest, quickly running out of ideas. "Silver," she whined softly, "I killed Jiji tonight, come see."

The smiling men in her dreams told her to do it. When had she ever trusted them? Jieun was usually the one who knew things -- but Hyun had to show her that she could do things now, too. Her knees sank into the mattress as she sat lightly on her twin's midsection. Delicate fingers traced light paths along her sister's cheek, and downwards towards her beautiful throat. You'd make a beautiful doll, Jiji. It was too easy now, to curl her own digits around that column of skin, grip tightening in a way that would make Silver proud. "It's okay now," she mumbled, warm eyes cold as the night wore on. "It's gonna be okay now, Jiji."

She blinks at the sudden appearance of her sister, and smiles almost automatically. "A selfie?" she asks, oblivious to the term. She finds the whole thing odd, but speaks nothing of her confusion, as it's obvious in the way her brow crinkles in thought. "I don't know what instagram is...maybe we should ask other people! And take selfies with them!" Yes, good plan -- not that I want Silver's eyes in my phone or any thing of the sort. "Oh, by the way -- how are the gloves? Are they nice? Do you like them?"

She continued to do this in relative silence, amazed still by the impermeability of dead cells to the pointed weapon she held in her dainty hands, and would have continued to do so had she not heard the soft sound of breathing that certainly wasn't hers. And, of course, it wasn't the corpse's own. Dead people stayed dead. Seolhyun, unimpressed with her own actions, sought the source, and eventually she gazed upon a stranger she had yet to meet. "Who --," Damn it. Her tongue lazily licked a small portion of the candy before she attempted to speak again. "What did you see?"

She squirmed slightly under his grasp, the frown immediately taking residence upon the disarming softness of her face. The fire had again flared, chocolate gaze searing as she roughly snapped her head away to try and escape his grip. "Birthday," she repeated, blinking away the harshness and replacing it with a brightness that told of the darkest abyss of homicidal tendencies and a bottomless need for bloodshed lurking beneath the shadow of her smile. "Come play with me to make up for the -- the -- the lack of presents. Silly."

She frowned slightly before digging around her backpack until she found the jar with a hand in it. The ker hands it over with little qualms; the thing about hands was that they were easy to find, making them more than a little handy. “I have an extra one, if — if you ever n-need it. No need to ask tur-turtles. They’re innocent and h-helpless.”

"Hmm...I don't know." She frowns lightly. "A lot of people leave the people they love. I don't Mama to ever leave us. Not ever. We need to chain her up. I don't ever want her to ever leave. She'll be our Mama forever! We'll be a happy family, won't we, Jiji?" She grins right back. "We'll do whatever it takes!"

She giggles with her sister, the sound almost eerie, and would have been if Seolhyun didn't think it to be so normal. "Ooh, get a big one! I know Mama would appreciate a big cage, I don't want her joints to be in pain if it's too small." She returns the gesture and grins widely. "You always have the best ideas, Jiji!"