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" EMMAAAAAAAAAAAA?"
Emma sighed and turned away from her canvas. " WHAT?"
" GUESS WHAT?"
Emma sighed. " I DON'T KNOW! WHAT HAPPENED?"
Mia came into the room with a box. " My package arrived!"
Emma grabbed a cheese stick and took a bite. " Mhm."
She sat on the floor of their lair's art studio ( they have a whole floor under the monestary and it's all for the three girls).
Emma turned and watched as Mia quickly opened the box and pulled out...
Something that made Emma screech and threw her cheese on the ground while backing up to the wall.
Mia raised a brow as she blew on it, then twirled it and put it on her belt. "what?"
" Why.... Do you.... Have a.... G...g...."
" A pistol?" Mia suggested.
" IT'S A GUN!"
Mia sighed. " Yeesh. You're so screamy. What happened to my Emma?*
" She's here!" Emma yelled. " She'll come, though, when you put THE GUN AWAY!"
" Oh relax! It's all part of the job!"
" What job?" Emma asked nervously.
" You becoming a pro artist!"
Emma choked. " W... What??" She sputtered.
Mia grinned from ear to ear. " Oh don't worry! I'll buy you a whole museum!"
" A MUSEUM??"
" Mhm! And I'll be your agent!"
" MY AGENT?!"
" Annie's gonna be your private driver. I volunteered but she said no. Rudely, too, I might add."
Annie leaned casually against the doorframe, her expression unimpressed as she surveyed the chaotic scene before her: Emma pressed against the wall looking like she’d seen a ghost, and Mia grinning like a mad scientist holding what was very clearly a pistol.
“Uh… you want to explain this?” Annie asked, gesturing at the gun.
Mia shrugged, nonchalant as ever. “My package arrived. Look at this beauty!” She held the pistol up like a trophy, twirling it expertly before sliding it back into the holster on her belt. “It’s all part of Emma’s rise to fame!”
Annie blinked slowly, trying to process what she’d just heard. “I’m sorry—what does a gun have to do with Emma becoming an artist?”
“Everything!” Mia said enthusiastically, throwing her arms out wide. “You see, Annie, Emma’s talent is one-of-a-kind, and we have to protect it at all costs. You’re going to be her driver, and I’m going to be her agent-slash-bodyguard! And this—” she gestured dramatically to the gun, “—is how I’m going to keep the crowds at bay when her art becomes the talk of the world!”
