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╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦
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𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍.
Scratch that, he was mean. No one was safe from how hostile that man could be. Not even Love. So it was no surprise to Isla that when she arrived in her office, an extra guest was already there.
Hobie, Poppy and Pavitr sat on the ground in a circle, they seemed to be playing a card game. Pavitr eyed his cards, a look of concentration displayed on his face. "Does anyone have any 3's?" he asked looking around the circle. Poppy pursed her lips while Hobby shook his head. "We're playing B.S mate." "Oh."
Isla chuckled as she made her way to her platform, from the corner of her eye she saw a figure. Love sat, isolated from the group, criss cross apple sauce in the corner, silently sketching in the corner. Her usually cheerful, bubbly demeanor was replaced with a downcast, sorrowful one. It was depressing to look at if she was being honest. The sound of Isla's heels clicked against the metal floor as she slowly approached the girl.
