#silverostro

It’s time. 

She sees people are busy either congratulating Dawn, drinking, or trying to get information from Pista and DeeZee since so far she’s done a pretty good job evading questions. Her words are final, and she has shit to do. First step is finding Silver, which is not hard given they’re probably in the top five tallest people at the party. She gives them a quick hug, though her greeting seems lacking. What she has a lot of is urgency as she leads them towards her room, expecting for the rest of the people involved to follow them. 

The room is a fucking mess. Clothes everywhere, bed unmade, remains of the sawdust she didn’t name to sweep off sitting in the corners. It’s a clear expression of Blythe’s personality, and so is Blythe’s lack of caring when it comes to people witnessing her mess. 

The only redeeming quality of her room is the table waiting for them by the window. The effort Blythe failed to put into cleaning her room was all used in the figurines and plans sitting on top, ready for them all to use them once everyone is done arguing. Blythe doesn’t expect miracles. She looks at Silver and knows they’re both waiting to see how Griffin will react. 

“If you two decide you need to beat each other up, give me a warning first. There are my favorite pajamas, Dawn made them for me, it’s a bear onesie big enough to fit me and I don’t need blood on it.”