Hitmen or Hitwomen?

- Chapter 6 -

| It was the next day, Wednesday 7AM, the bedroom of the hitwomen slowly being lit up under the Louisiana sun.
The neighbors upstairs — Sar and Wen living on the second floor — were engaging in all kinds of activities: rearranging their living room, hosting a marching band practice and blasting the U.S. National Anthem. |

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"O say can you see, by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming!.." The Star-Spangled Banner loudly played, abruptly awakening Sar from her absurd dream, probably about Elon Musk conquering Mars with laser guns, riding on donkeys.

She sat up in bed and covered her ears, looking at Wen across from her, sleeping like a log. 'How is that even humanly possible..' she thought and suddenly, another thought popped up in her head. What if she could mess with Wen? And that's exactly what she was gonna do.

Sar tip-toed to Wen's bedside and thoughtfully tapped her chin. Last week, she already put ornaments and string lights on Wen as an early Christmas present, despite it being October. Being repetitive was boring, and Sar needed something new. She sat there on Wen's bed for about 5 minutes, staring off into nothingness.

But then, she took a prized possession from the floor — something that would've never seen the light of day if it wasn't for today — the Napoleon bodypillow, along with a giant, realistic baguette pillow.
Needless to say, purchasing those two things was quite awkward.

There was enough space next to Wen and Sar placed the French Emperor beside her plus the baguette. Of course, Wen didn't budge. Sar tried her best not to mischievously laugh and instead poked Wen's side to no avail, for Wen was almost hibernating.

'There's gotta be some better way to this..' Sar pondered, then took out her phone, and searched for 'romantic French song' on YouTube. Oh la la, and she found the perfect tune.

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Wen's POV:
Damn, this dream is insane. Like, for once, I actually have a boyfriend, and I'm visiting him on-
Instantly, I wake up, and is that the US Anthem upstairs? Slowly opening my eyes, they see a shocking sight. Napoleon Bonaparte next to me in my bed, and a humungous baguette next to him; is that Napoleon's baguette or what? And who the hell is playing Love Story by Indila? But then, everything makes sense-
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"SAR, YOU DOOKIE!" Wen yelled and threw Napoleon on the ground. "No! That was your boyfriend!" Sar groaned, trying so hard not to laugh at Wen's reaction. She stood up and Wen also threw the baguette at Sar, before lying down again.

"Wow, no need to be so agitated.." Sar retorted, and with that, Wen's eyes locked with Sar's, silently telling her to 'shut up and throw the pillows into a volcano or something'. Sar responded with a look that said: 'Oh hell no I won't'.

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Later on, after breakfast, Sar had to do the routinely task of washing the dishes. Maybe one day they'd invest in a dishwasher, or, well, steal one.

Wen was closely watching Sar with narrowed eyes. Sar didn't know whether to be calm, focused or scared. Perchance being calm was the best. "And.. done!" Sar exclaimed after putting the last dish on the drying rack, a cat plate.

"Great work." Wen said, "I'll load up the washing machine now." and thus she collected all the dirty laundry before placing them in the washer. Meanwhile, the neighbors had already stopped their upstair-neighbor-activities.

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In their bedroom, Sar was once again re-renovating the eastern flank (Sar's side). She decided that there weren't enough posters and that there needed to be more.

Just a few days ago, Sar bought many posters, specifically philosophical ones. Wen walked in after completing her chores and saw Sar decorating her room. "Seriously?" she said in disbelief but wasn't surprised.

"Yes seriously." Sar responded and climbed down from her bed after having taped on the last poster.
Wen replied: "You really need to stop decorating so much, it costs money, you know?"
"Funny, coming from someone who has their own kitchen." Sar said as she sat on her bed.

Wen scoffed and thought of a remark. "Well, at least it's useful unlike your propaganda."
Sar narrowed her eyes and countered: "It's not propaganda, it's a masterpiece. Maybe you should consider learning philosophy."
"Never, that sounds like a nightmare." Wen answered, and Sar raised an eyebrow. "Nightmare? It's actually very interesting, but you'd never understand."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Wen remarked, "Anyways, Mimic is out." She said when she walked out of the bedroom, elsewhere.

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