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"ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖,"
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Eight yawned as the car pulled up in the parking lot of a closed library.
"Never took you as a big reader Five." Eight quipped. She looked around for anything suspicious that might give away what they were there for but the street looked pretty much deserted.
"And I never took you as someone so irritating," he smiled sarcastically, "so I guess we were both wrong, come on."
Five got out of the car and quickly began walking down the street. Eight just huffed, grabbed Ben, and followed him until he stopped at an unfamiliar apartment building. The boy then walked over to the alleyway and started to climb the fire escape.
"Breaking and entering," Eight sighed, "classy."
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"Jesus!" Vanya exclaimed, clutching her heart in surprise.
"You should have locks on your window," Five said from his place on her old armchair.
"I live on the second floor," The woman reasoned as she set her stuff down.
"Rapists can climb," Eight replied as she walked into the room with a bottle of wine in one hand and a medical kit in the other, "especially small creepy ones named Five."
The boy rolled his eyes at her comment, "also Vanya, I think someone might have stolen your liquor or something," Eight continued while she opened the med kit and took out the sewing instruments
"What?" Vanya asked, seemingly confused as to what she meant.
"Yeah, all I found in there was a bottle of whiskey and this sad bottle of Pinot Grigio that says 'Best Wine In Creation!'" the girl snorted as she read from the bottle, "Well I guess I'll just have to be the judge of that"
"Is that blood?" Vanya pointed at the long cut on Eight's arm. The girl just grimaced and tiredly put down the bottle.
"It's nothing," she mumbled as she disinfected her cut, threaded a needle and began sewing her wound back up.
"Why don't you just use your powers to fix it?" Vanya asked wincing as she watched her sister repeatedly sticking the needle in and out of her arm before she finally closed the wound up.
"What is this a police interrogation? Quit the questions and take this to the creep sitting on your couch, he looks like he's about to shit his panties." Eight huffed handing the med kit to her sister.
