#stupidiots

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷:   @stupidiots,   + valeria.

   casper had checked for the list probably fifty-seven times before she'd finally found her name beside valeria's, and while she wouldn't go so far as to say she'd been excited, there had been something dangerously close to relief settling into her chest. thank god. valeria was fine. valeria was actually more than fine. as far as possible outcomes went, she could live with valeria. at least she wasn't trapped in a closet with somebody she hated. or, god forbid, a man. so, with that particular brand of half-hearted enthusiasm that seemed to be the closest casper ever got to genuine excitement, she slipped into the closet and pulled the door shut behind her. her eyes adjusted to the darkness before finding valeria, and the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "thank god it's you." she announced, leaning back against the wall. "i was nearly 95% sure i was going to start hitting people." okay, and as much as it seemed like a joke ⸻ it most definitely wasn’t. not with her. "i know you’re probably just as relieved, given the material out there."

Okay. Clementine's pretty sure she can now successfully say she definitely made a valiant attempt at socialising. The woman across from her, draped in pearls, says something about her poor little baby (said baby being a domesticated bengal tiger) acting fussy and Clementine is fully checking out. She scours her surroundings for a means of escape, her eyes finally landing on someone walking by. “Oh! That's my friend, I've got something super urgent I need to go talk to them about, so I'm just gonna...” She begins to shuffle over in Ansel's direction, faking a smile. “Hope Mr. Whiskers feels better soon, bye!”