issue #004

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𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿

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𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿

"BYE MOM!" Eleanor yelled out walking out of the house again, this time sporting, a schoolgirl skirt, white cropped shirt, and white blazer, matching high knee socks, with her famous now scuffed white Mary Janes

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"BYE MOM!" Eleanor yelled out walking out of the house again, this time sporting, a schoolgirl skirt, white cropped shirt, and white blazer, matching high knee socks, with her famous now scuffed white Mary Janes.

"By hun, stay safe!" the woman yelled as she watched the red car pull out of the front and drive out.

Quickly enough she arrived at Morty's and walked in apparently on time as Lila was replacing Diego's bandage. The girl looked when she saw Eleanor and winked at her. The blonde just rolled her eyes.

"Love the outfit," Lila spoke up, looking at the blonde matching white, "Reminds me of a really cool friend of mine, except she's blind," she paused to blink and look away.

"Thanks," Eleanor deadpanned, not loving the idea of being compared to someone who was blind.

Diego looked up from the couch and saw his the blonde that had left him, "Where did you go?" He asked her as she walked over to Elliot's kitchen to steal a mug of coffee.

"Home to change," she replied sitting down on the couch across them, crossing her legs. As she drank her coffee. The exposed skin on her thighs, caught Diego's attention as he licked his lips.

Before Diego could reply, Five walked in the building basically fuming from who knows what. Not wasting a second the teen saw Eleanor's hands holding a cup of coffee and grabbed it from her, drinking it for himself.

"Well, what happened to you?" The blonde questioned as now she laced her hands on her lap, as the boy drank her old coffee.

And so he went on a tale about what had happened during his missing moments. Now pacing, going through all the details, slowly becoming angrier at the thought.

"Well, should we worry about the guys that went after her?" Eleanor questioned now standing with her new cup of coffee that she went off to get.

"The Swedes?" Five said continuing to pace, as his eyes darted along the room, looking at Eleanor's outfit as she walked past him to sit back on the couch. Nice, but he used to like her old uniform better.

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