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11 || sexy sev

she-who-must-not-be-named | seven | diana

incoming call from sexy sev

'thank god you picked up. how many times do i have to call you?'

'um, until my sister hears her phone ring?'

'who's speaking?'

'mum told me not to tell strangers personal details.'

'okay, little girl, where's your sister?'

'why should i tell you, sexy sev?'

'excuse me?'

'that's how my sister saved your number.'

'oh, i see. of course she did.'

'so, why should i tell you?'

'you should tell me cause you are a sweet little angel. aren't you?'

'maybe. okay, i'll tell you. you are nice, unlike my sister.'

'of course i am. where is she?'

'i dunno. she was texting, and suddenly she threw her phone and walked away, talking to herself. she is in a bad mood since yesterday.'

'threw away her phone?'

'yeah, onto the bed. she was mumbling that she was an idiot.'

'we both know how true that is.'

". . ."

"why are you giggling, diana?'

'oops, i'm in trouble!'

"is that my phone?"

'bye, sexy and nice sev!'

"DIANA, YOU LITTLE MONSTER! I AM GOING TO-"

*beep* call ended

'well, that was interesting.'