❝Truth is the only daughter of time❞
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It only took a touch,
but it brought past, present, and future together.
It only took a song,
but evil and good came, and merged into one.
There are two sides of every story; that's what happened...
"Larry, could you please stop making those disgusting noises?" Cari called from the bathroom. Jasmine could hear the water from cold showers dripping down, and she could smell, from the bedroom, the sweet yet very strong aroma of the flower perfume in the bathroom.
Larry was munching (quite loudly, actually), on the French Toast someone had left outside. Definetly not Kaia, because—well—Kaia knew better than to give Larry French Toast, so it was probably a random person. The thought made Jasmine shiver in disgust—that toast was probably quite old, yet the idiot was still wolfing it down, not savoring any bite.
When Larry didn't stop, Kaia snapped her fingers, and mounds of earth rose, making Larry fall backwards, squeaking, and the French toast go flying out of the nearest window. Jasmine laughed darkly, deciding to torture the French toast (and Larry) even more.
She made sure Larry was watching before bringing the toast back up and twirling it in midair; Larry, oblivious, didn't seem to think the torture Jaz was giving it at the moment wasn't terrible, but Jasmine wasn't done. She lifted the toast, and then dropped it, repeating this until it was shredded to bits.
"JASMINE!" Larry screeched. "Look what you've done to my French Toast!" He looked devestated, and ready to scream even more.
At this point, Cari had finished her shower, and had been watching the entire time. She collapsed in a fit of laughter, as did Kaia, and Larry stared at them all, looking betrayed. After a moment of Kaia and Cari laughing, Larry stuck his tongue out at them, and marched out of the room angrily.
"He's going to want revenge on us," Jasmine said. She wasn't particularly worried; Larry's revenge was probably going to be something hilarious. Not to Jasmine, of course, but it—his revenge—would make a hilarious fool of him. That's what always happened.
Larry came back a few minutes later, a glass of water in his hands, looking like he was wielding a murder weapon.
"I have water and I am not afraid to use it! Anger me some more and I'll—"
Jasmine had burst into laughter, tears rolling down her face. Kaia and Cari joined in. A malicious smirk appeared on Cari's face after a few good moments of giggles, as the water flung out of the glass Larry was holding and was tossed onto his face, once again, soaking his brunette curls. Kaia and Jasmine started laughing harder, now rolling around on the floor, and Cari was smiling to herself in triumph.
