what happens when you mix the hunger games with the breakfast club.

[coal]

[ hello, dear_mun. today we have a girl with brown braided hair and an expectationless stare, sitting poorly in a cheap upholstered chair much like the ones in her high school's guidance counselor waiting room. it looks only slightly less worn than her clothes: oversized flannel and ripped jeans. she is not going to talk about the problems she has in other universes, or the problems she has in this one, like that whole, uh, dealing her neighbors' stolen pot thing (because it's only a problem if you get caught). that's what thoroughly drunk guidance counselors are for. ]

Am I in trouble?

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[quivered]

Muns always want us to be in trouble.

[coal]

Has that excuse ever gotten you out of it? [ clearly she is only asking questions she expects the answers will be no to. ]

[quivered]

Not once, something about it being too "meta"? Not really a fan of getting busted for them passing their poor life choices off as my own.

[epitomized]

If you have to ask...

[coal]

[ oh, hey. you're that guy. :| ]

I think she's trying to provoke me into it.

[epitomized]

[ Who, him? What'd he do? ]

Question is, is it working?

[stinging]

Pretty much all of us are, if we're here.