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                     i will write about my character pranking yours.

           a large smile painted on the bloody red lips — her favorite chanel lipstick is one of the most durable she’s ever owned.
           isaac seems to be a little bit confused that the place where they headed to is her house, but the girl doesn’t feel any uncomfortable with it. in fact, she is more used to it than it can seem — boys she brings home usually are nervous & uneasy. this time, however, it isn’t in her intentions to get isaac into her bed. she likes to think of him as her ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ & nothing more.

       hazel hues refer to the direction where the boy’s standing, meanwhile one of her hands is pushing the door forwards — all the surroundings inside covered with darkness, which means her mother is absent. perfect.

                ❝let’s not waste time with staring in each other’s eyes
                      like we’re looking for some clues in them. we’ve got a lot to do.❞

       lydia doesn’t bother to wait for an answer. she heads inside with confidence, switching the lights on automatically. without an effort she slides down her high heels & leaves them untidy on the hallway. after all, mommy isn’t home, right?

      she looks over her shoulder only to check if isaac follows her & being sure he does, she keeps going forward — straight to the kitchen. what else should someone expect from lydia’s house than a modern, white design of the room, along with an order & cleanliness, which wouldn’t be despised even by the most demanding person. the only thing her eyes notice is a little, white as well, plate on the table with few confectionery on it, oreo most likely.

     her eyes become narrow for couple of seconds, nevertheless when she feels the posture of the werewolf behind her body, her legs push off to the said table.

                      ❝my mom must’ve bought these for me.
                      i told her i’m going to have guests tonight.
                                                 she’s such a ᏚᎳᎬᎬᎢᎻᎬᎪᏒᎢ.❞

       for yet another time, the gaze of strawberry blonde girl falls on isaac — still as nervous, if not a little bit more than before they’d crossed the threshold. lydia finds it intriguing, although irritating, too. her lips part as though she wants to say something, her hands placed on her hips.
                                                                              & after she inhales a deep breath,
                                                                              she musters up to break the silence.

                      ❝take one. you are my ｇｕｅｓｔ.❞

     isaac looks at her with a surprise, lydia gives him exactly the same kind of look, as categorical as if tries to ask “ＷＨＡＴ？”. another minutes past in the quietness, another minutes past meanwhile they’re searching for the ’ answers ’ in their eyes again, with the ASKING & disoriented look. eventually though, the male reaches for one of the cookies & lydia bites her lower lip.

      — little does he know, the cookies have тooтнpαѕтe inside instead of the cream.
                              & as he puts the whole one cookie inside
                                  his mouth, she can’t help, but ᏞᎪՍᏀᎻ.