𝘈 𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘠 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆

( rodya’s hands raised in surrender seeing how intense her reaction was. ) It’s. . . A different one—Not the same one you have! And Verg is our guide for our job. Makes sense?~ I promise, I don’t have any ulterior motives, babes. ( so much for formal, rodya. )

( the way she spoke—she’d never say or do anything like that. . . she knew the mirror worlds were different, but even then, it made her heart ache. ) Haha— Yeah, Verg does the same for us when we act up. . . Especially for Heath— ( she’s acting like it doesn’t hurt to hear. )

So I’ve heard. . . ( she murmurs in regards to how the house was full of freaks. she looks around—before realizing the other wasn’t talking about her own heath. ) Well, does he tend to stay away like this? Or nah? My Heathcliff does the same, he gets pretty isolated some days.

Oh— Oh gosh, no— Ugh, I’d rather. . . Do awful bad things before I conform myself to something like the Index— ( she speaks without thinking in regards to how she felt about the index, going quiet, before laughing awkwardly. ) . . . Yeah, yaknow, I can’t stand ‘em either.

( her eyes widened hearing how hostile her other self was. . . it was like looking in a beautiful mirror, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. ) Whoops!~ Sorry, yaknow—Never ceases to amaze me, mirror technology. . . ( she practically gawks at her. . . drunkard, wasn’t she? )

( rodya—well, the LCB one, was fixing her coat. . . until she’d heard a, needless to say, familiar voice. ) ( why, it was her own. ) Mmh?~ Hey, that’s a flattering impression and all bu— ( her eyes widened seeing the sottocapo. ) Oh. . . You’re— Aha— Whoops. . .

ㅤ ㅤㅤi said it loud and clear. you’re the kind of dog that needs a collar. got it .ᐣ sweetie. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤㅤdon't be so rude、rodion. hermes doesn't put a collar on me. a good dog doesn't need one to follow orders ... ㅤ