Considering apping her somewhere.

[fashionating]

I do not have enough ways to tell you no.

No, no, no, no, no.

I design clothes. Sometimes I sort out accounts with daddy. I do not end up in warzones and post-apocalyptic hells.

I would actually die. And then I would kill you.

... I don't know how! I'll figure that out later! But anyone who would interrupt a placement at McQueen is the devil.

You're the devil.

... Can't you just agree to send me somewhere normal people might prosper?

Comments

[terraformagica]

You design clothes??

[ you, madam, are amazing ]

[fashionating]

Um, yeah. But I'm not finished studying yet.

[terraformagica]

Where do you study? Do you like it there? Is it very hard?

[fashionating]

Birmingham City. Um, yeah, it's fantastic. Stressful, but - I mean, it's something most people would kill for. So I don't mind.

Your hair is so cool, by the way.

[terraformagica]

It sounds so ambitious! Your family must be very proud of you.

Oh, thank you very much!

[greyeyed]

I'm not normal, but I'm strictly tech support. And yet, a warzone is apparently a totally reasonable place to send me.

Muns and being reasonable are polar opposites.

[fashionating]

[ Unless we're killing people with spiteful wishes and petty revenge plots... ] ... I'm going home. I can go home. Totally. [ Frustrated sigh. ]

Whyyy are they so against a good fit?