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OO6. TOGETHER AT LAST! ❝i don't kiss and tell ❞
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Unbeknownst to the sleeping Ignatia, Ophelia roamed around her large room. The spunky misfit had lived in a large warehouse with her band mates. It was decked out with different colored lamps, posters on the cement walls, even a place to practice. Being that one of them had a dad who built things for a living, he helped really make the place their home. Adding bathrooms, bedrooms and kitchens—yes, plural. Their house was bigger than she's ever seen, but it was still no match for a Piltover home. And little glowing bugs attacked them once a year. That didn't happen in Topside. About the same time every year, they ended up with holes in their walls because of them.
Ophelia had wandered to a desk across from the bed she'd just peeled out of. Dressed in nothing but her mesh undergarments, she touched the gadgets lying on the thick wooden desk. Tools and bolts crowded the table top, messily. A sheer smile appeared, her gap shining through her lips. Her pale hands reached for one of the completed gadgets—or what she assumed to be completed. She fidgeted with it until it popped open. It startled her, her eyes looking over her shoulder at the sleeping body in bed. Letting out a relieved sigh, she turned back around. Placing the object back down, her chocolate eyes looked to the short bookshelf beside the desk. She squatted on her toes, running her fingers over the spines. There were engineering books, music books, combat books, even romantic novels. Iggy was a woman of variety.
She stood up, turning her head to look at the black electric guitar that leaned against the wall. Ophe couldn't help but marvel at how cool that girl really was. Above the instrument were polaroid pictures and drawings of people, stuck to the cement wall by silver duct tape. The people in the polaroids matched the people in the drawings. "She can draw, too?" Ophelia muttered, raising her straight eyebrows. There was a girl with short pink hair, another with longer blue hair, and two brunette boys. Their faces were joyous, especially in the polaroids. The smile of young Iggy warmed her heart.
