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PunkPrince
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Juliette's head lowered as she took the book from Bea. The girl looked like she wanted to melt away into the wooden kitchen floor. Bianca smiled as she took the book. "You're welcome," she said. "I hope you like it." She then turned her attention to the space beside the basement door, where Eva had begun to struggle with the stuck zipper on her bag, trying to pack the last few of her things.
"Do you two have a show tonight?" Bea questioned, her gaze flicking over toward Kennedy just as Eva managed to force the zipper open and slip her shoes into the bag. "Maybe I'll come watch."
"Not me," Kennedy said with a shake of her head. "Eva does. But you should come anyway."
Bea grinned. "Then I can sit with you and watch," she said. "I never get to actually sit watch shows with you. You're always in them."
Hugo looked up from where he had settled himself at the kitchen counter. "Do it!" he chirped, obviously excited by the idea.
(Sorry it's not great. I lost my job last week and my muse has been really low.)
"Do you two have a show tonight?" Bea questioned, her gaze flicking over toward Kennedy just as Eva managed to force the zipper open and slip her shoes into the bag. "Maybe I'll come watch."
"Not me," Kennedy said with a shake of her head. "Eva does. But you should come anyway."
Bea grinned. "Then I can sit with you and watch," she said. "I never get to actually sit watch shows with you. You're always in them."
Hugo looked up from where he had settled himself at the kitchen counter. "Do it!" he chirped, obviously excited by the idea.
(Sorry it's not great. I lost my job last week and my muse has been really low.)