“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH!
Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”
Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”
Well THAT certainly wasn’t something Lyn expected anybody to tell her when she said that particular line, looking over at Bell in obvious surprise. She wondered where in the hell this girl got the idea that pointing a damn gun at her wasn’t threatening… but for now she simply let it go. It was obvious that she was prone to dramatics, unsure just how to react to it past being fairly amused with it all. She certainly had quite the way about her, didn’t she?
When Bell took off sprinting, she merely laughed, shook her head and soon took off right behind her. “Whatever ya say, Blueberry!” she called out with a grin, hurrying forward. At this point she would be taken in for aiding and abetting anyways, so there really wasn’t any choice for her but to run just like Bell was. “This way!” She urged, taking hold of the blue woman’s hand and dragging her into a new direction. It would take them both down a new ally way, a sort of short cut that would allow them to not be caught in the process.
She didn’t say anything else to Bell the rest of the way, running swiftly and not truly stopping to allow either of them to catch their breaths… though Lyn was hardly winded. Coming to a stop by one of their less popular joints, Lyn was quick to glance around and slip up into the loft through the back staircase. She would tell her Father what she was doing once she got upstairs.
Bell was breathing too hard and too flustered to sort out a retort during the sprint, but as they drew to a stop she muttered sourly, ❝…not Blueberry. I’m not purple,❞ she huffed and crossed her arms in a pout, cheeks turning lavender. The name shouldn’t bother her anymore, she’d heard it since childhood, but it did, ❝You could at least get the color right.❞
Despite her mutterings she drew close behind, not wanting to get caught. She’d very much been telling the truth about having no desire to go back to prison today. Looking up at the building she worried her lip, eyes widening as she saw it, ❝Hey, hey, wait… isn’t that one a Psycho’s places?❞ she hissed, ❝No way they’ll let us hide here.❞
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