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Disturbing Behaviour

Periwinkle meandered into the kitchen at the Lockwood's, she paused at sheer number of plants in the room and frowned, "It looks like a flower shop exploded in here"

Tyler smirked walking over to her, drinking a large coffee, one he knew she needed after last night. "I bet you could name every flower in here"

"English or Latin?"

Tyler threw popcorn at Peri's head, "Show off"

The popcorn in question ended up going down her square neck top, and without an ounce of shame, Periwinkle fished it out and ate it

"Peri" Carol smiled walking in with yet another vase of flowers, "How was Milan?"

"Nothing worth mentioning"

"Love," Niklaus stressed. "From what was shown; you where followed, almost had your spinal cord severed, and threatened death upon men more than twice your age"

Periwinkle blinked, "Okay?"

"What my brother is wondering, Valkyrie Mìn, is what is worth mentioning"

"That is a very good question," she replied; Peri too pondering what was worth mentioning.

Tyler scoffed, "You were gone for nearly a month"

"Unless you want to hear about the lingerie I bought on my 16th birthday"

Tyler placed his mug down on the counter sharply, "I'm off to Football practice"

"American Football practice"

Kissing Carol on the cheek good bye, before he flipped off his cousin, shouting "Football practice!" as he left the house

"Now tell me," Carol inquired sitting down with a fresh pot if tea "How was Milan, really."

"You told her!" Caroline was steaming with jealousy, "just like that, you told her everything"

Periwinkle narrowed her eyes at the baby Vampire, "I don't believe what I do and do not tell my aunt is any of your concern"

"Seriously?!"

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Klaus and Stefan looked bored out of their minds, even drinking champagne did nothing to brighten them. They had been doing this for hours now; scratch that, it's been days. Weeks even

"There has to be more to this dress!"

"There's not." Klaus downed his glass

Rebekah opened the curtain, a scowl firmly planted on her lips, revealing a short black dress that stopped at the middle of her thighs. "So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, then."

"I know you came from the time where showing your ankles ment you were a whore, but please shut up"

Damon snorted, "as if you something like that hanging up in the midst of your hippy parachute skirts, Witchy"

Bonnie took a long slurp, looking directly into Damon's eyes, boiling his blood, "And wear them near you?"

Rebekah looked like she wanted to kill someone; she had underwear with more material than the dress she wore. "You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers"