ONE ON ONE (WITH FORK SATAN)

(mmmk go)

Jules slid into the driver's seat next to her, still glaring. "Rule #1. No feet ON THE DASH!"

"My feet aren't on the dash." She growled quietly, tightening her grip on her arm.

"I know. I was trying to get ahead of you so I don't have to keep rehashing the concept. Buckle up."

(Awsome word)

She harrumphed and with immense difficulty, buckled up; it was hard because she kept her right hand on her left arm.

Jules started the engine and the ship hummed. "Do you know of any jobs?"

"Yes. But I'm not going to give any of them away." She muttered mildly.

"You better. We're a team now."

"No." She glared at him. "Unlike you, they're my friends."

"Fine. I guess you'll starve." He lifted off.

"Be better than doing this shit with you."

"Excuse me." He turned. "You better get your rear in gear girl you're stuck with me."

"I'd rather starve than obey you."

"Then perish."

"Great. Can't fucking wait."

xDDD

i WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

But ANYWHO

It's awkward

(Very

Should we time skip?)

(yeah, time skip to dinner xD)

(Sly do you want me to do it? -.-)

(SORRY

i'm doing school atm)

(oh so are you there rn or are you being homeschooled? should I leave you alone or)

(I'm watching a class rn

Can we wait to continue?)

(yus just tell me when)

(Bonjour art thou ready for some convivial supper?)

(yas)

(YEET)

Jules stirred the pot on the stove, glancing at Lilith pouting in the corner. "Do you want some?"

(Yeet. And she's not POUTING she's SKULKING there's a difference)

"You told me that I couldn't have any." She glared at him. "And I would rather perish than eat food. I will starve, thanks."

"Mmmk suit yourself." He tried to stop himself from smiling.

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She huffed gently and looked back at the wall, her right hand still on her left arm.