#thread. reyna.

" hypothetically, if crime was legal, what's the first thing you'd do? "

it seemed like a fight to get through the seemingly endless rabble of reporters on the st. james' front yard, all wanting a quote from the family, even camping out there. it was pretty sad really. even sadder reyna had to use their back door to be let in. " hey. hope you don't mind i brought you this, " reyna sits a freshly baked apple pie on the kitchen counter. " don't worry, i didn't bake it so you're safe from food poisoning. " she jokes as if she's trying to make mood lighter if that was even possible with how it'd look like jules' had been consistently crying but there was an attempt, at least. " i'm so sorry mija. i heard about your sister. it's stupid to ask how you're doing so i'll ask this instead: are you taking care of yourself? "

" so .... you hate it then. " she spent four hours baking it for the church's upcoming drive. she couldn't explain it enough to her mother that if she wants the guests to get food poisoning then she'd bake and she supposed her mother was some secret serial killer or something because here she was with albeit sad attempt she thought was actually somewhat decent. guess not. " dios mio. why didn't you say anything before i made three whole batches? "

it almost takes her a second to remember just who she was. it was nighttime with the only glimpses of the officer's face through red and blue lights and... oh yeah, now she remembered. it was a shame the last thing she actually remembered was struggling against the officers in a fight of wills. theirs was to successfully arrest her and hers was to finish making that bitch eat the dirt. reyna horribly lost that fight. if only she felt bad about it, this might just have been awkward. " nice to see you again officer jeong, " she greets her as if that night never did occur. " keep the cuffs cold for me alright? i'm reformed. scout's honor. "