WE CUNNING FEW

❝It WAS real though Peter! For YEARS we played that part!            Just because you didn’t REALIZE what was going on doesn’t mean that it all of a sudden didn’t HAPPEN!❞ What had their fight been about again? The petite girl didn’t know, but the fire was already in her eyes and she was trailing after the boy - brows furrowed in anger and confusion. ❝And I KNOW there’s a part of you that ... that            UGH! I don’t know!❞ Wendy frowned deeply and looked away. It was USELESS. And upon realizing as such, tears welled up within her innocent doe eyes.

❝Oh REALLY!❞ Wendy HUFFS and her arms drop down to her sides, having just been FIXATED upon her hair until he began making EXCUSES. But they didn’t stay there for long, and within seconds, they were CROSSED over her chest in a show of FRUSTRATION. Peter ALWAYS took Tinkerbell’s side. Even AFTER the small fairy showed an obvious preference for tugging on HER long locks. She hardly EVER pulled on Peter’s despite any claims otherwise, and even if she did - it was nowhere NEAR the amount she had to deal with. ❝I hardly think pulling my hair out is a JOKE Peter!         ❞

❝I counted EIGHT            TEN tops last night when I staked the place out. Should be pretty EASY.❞ Words were spoken softly as eyes stayed fixated upon the blade before her. It had to be SHARP if she wanted to cut that many heads OFF. After she was SATISFIED with her work, she sheathed the blade before digging into the bag at her side. Pulling out two vials of DEAD MAN’S BLOOD, the brunette tosses one to the ANGEL besides her. ❝Just in CASE        Think you can handle your share without needing my help?❞

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