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November 19
1963






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𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾
𓆩✧𓆪











































𓆩✧𓆪𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾 𓆩✧𓆪

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⤟ 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 

THE FOUR WOMEN AND SINGULAR MAN GOT their tacos, Iris ending up paying since she had the most money out of all of them. also because besides Allison, she was the only one who had her wallet on her.

they then walked to a salon, let themselves in and ate, Allison turning the radio on as they went to their own chairs. Vanya sat in the back left, klaus across from her while Allison messed with his hair. Iris sat in the chairs all the way in the back, the chair with the thing that goes over your head like a helmet.

she's not aware of what it is.

while Nellie sat down the row from Klaus, near the blinded windows. her food sat in front of her, half eaten. she borrowed her mothers mascara, applying it as Allison started to rant.

apparently you're not supposed to share makeup but Iris works at a hospital. so she doesn't really care.

"the nerve of that man." the woman growled but chuckled after in a 'losing my mind' type of way, waving a comb as she looked to her brother in the mirror, "i mean, one thing goes wrong, and he's on a warpath. i mean, 'doesn't know who i am?' no, no. no, Ray, you know exactly who i am. you just can't handle it. i'm protecting him."

Nellie furrowed her brows, then relaxed her face, widening her left eye as she tried to apply it with her right hand, it proving difficult. but she knows better than to try with her non-dominant hand.

she listened in, wondering if her Ray is also Allison's Ray, could make sense. they never met Allison. though it would be a weird coincidence, would it not?

Iris on the other hand, hummed, twirling her hair. she was aware of the truth. something she tends to always know over Nellie.

Allison slapped him in the head with the comb while Vanya behind them pretending to shoot some shampoo. "ow. from what?"

"he end of the world, for one."

"is the world really gonna end in six days?" Vanya suddenly asked, making the three out of five freeze.

Nellie also hummed, waving her hand over her eyes and looking to her supposed family, "yeah, like, what's going on with that? still haven't gotten the full picture."

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