weak ; trixya ✗

thirty-six

"Katya? Can you come here?"

Katya made her way to her dad's office, opening the door wider and stepping inside. "What do you need?"

Her dad glanced up from the papers in front of him, setting them down slowly. "Do you not remember what I said about that Trixie girl the other day?"

"Yeah, I remember, dad". Katya rolled her eyes, settling against the door frame. "And I'm still going to see her, alright? I like her."

"I'm just saying, Katherina," He breathed loudly. "I'll let you make mistakes so you can learn, I'm just warning you."

Katya frowned. "Just because Trixie's a bit different doesn't mean she's a 'mistake'- I'm going to go."

And soon Katya was closing the door behind her as she stepped to her room.

"Alright," Her father yelled from the office, "And put some decent clothes on, for God's sake".