𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒.

𝙄 ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝘼𝑺𝙎𝑼𝙍𝑬 𝒀𝙊𝑼, ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝙄𝑮𝙉𝑶𝙍𝑨𝙉𝑪𝙀 ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ 𝙄𝑺 𝑭𝙄𝑳𝙇𝑬𝘿 𝙒𝑰𝙏𝑯 𝑩𝙇𝑰ᅠᅠ𝙎𝑺

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

— — —

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪����. @Exhydriaed]

𝘉𝑙𝘢𝑚𝘦 𝘺𝑜𝘶𝑟 𝑒𝘹𝑒𝘤𝑢𝘵𝑖𝘰𝑛𝘦𝑟,

𝑦𝘦𝑡 𝑛𝘰𝑡 𝑦𝘰𝑢𝘳 𝘧𝑎𝘪𝑙𝘶𝑟𝘦. 𝑁𝘰𝑤,

𝘥𝑒𝘧𝑖𝘯𝑒 𝑖𝘳𝑜𝘯𝑦 𝑓𝘰𝑟 𝑚𝘦.

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 .

— “ 𝙀𝙧𝙧𝙝𝙝𝙝 , 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 ! 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖’𝙖𝙢 . ”

(( BLOOMIE. ))

[The Huntress ∆iden. {∆iden takes over event!} @Th3Pr1ncipal]

" . . . "

[She pokes one of them to see if they move.]

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

— “ . . . 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙮 ? 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 ,

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙡 ;

𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙮 . ”

(( BLOOMIE. ))

[The Huntress ∆iden. {∆iden takes over event!} @Th3Pr1ncipal]

" 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑜��𝑙𝑦.
. . .
𝑊𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑦? 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠. "

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

— “ 𝙒𝙤𝙬 ! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜,
𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚.

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ”

(( BLOOMIE. ))

[The Huntress ∆iden. {∆iden takes over event!} @Th3Pr1ncipal]

" 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝐼 𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑖'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠. 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙. "

[The Huntress ∆iden. {∆iden takes over event!} @Th3Pr1ncipal]

@Exhydriaed

Grace never joked about Bloomie's height in her whole life

She finds it funny anyways.

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

@miss_thavel1985 — “ 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢,
𝙖𝙝.
𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡. 𝙄’�� 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. ”

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

@miss_thavel1985 — “𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙢? 𝘽𝙪𝙩, 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡.

𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛,
𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣?”

(( BLOOMIE. ))

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

@miss_thavel1985 I FORGOT 5E LBOOMEITHIFH IHYJGOF.D OHGGH GOUHGGG.H. IM KILLING EGEYOHE

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

@miss_thavel1985 — 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲. ��𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.
𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏?”

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

— “ 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔? 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚.

𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ”

(( BLOOMIE. ))

[The Huntress ∆iden. {∆iden takes over event!} @Th3Pr1ncipal]

[The woman stays quiet for a moment, there was something on her expression, but... Bloomie can't understand what it means.]

" 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑒. "

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

— 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲.

“ . . . ”
“ 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆? ”

(( BLOOMIE. ))

[The Huntress ∆iden. {∆iden takes over event!} @Th3Pr1ncipal]

" . . . "

[She wasn't saying anything, her hand extended to the desk, but it stopped once she noticed you. She was silent. She looks tired.]

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

— 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝑨𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍,

. . .

𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙. ”

(( BLOOMIE. ))

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

— “ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐. 𝑾𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕,

(( 1/2 ))

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

uhm excuse me what the actual fuck are you doing in my house

[𝘔𝑖𝘴𝑠 𝐵𝘭𝑜𝘰𝑚𝘪𝑒. @Exhydriaed]

𝘉𝑙𝘢𝑚𝘦 𝘺𝑜𝘶𝑟 𝑒𝘹𝑒𝘤𝑢𝘵𝑖𝘰𝑛𝘦𝑟,

𝑦𝘦𝑡 𝑛𝘰𝑡 𝑦𝘰𝑢𝘳 𝘧𝑎𝘪𝑙𝘶𝑟𝘦. 𝑁𝘰𝑤,

𝘥𝑒𝘧𝑖𝘯𝑒 𝑖𝘳𝑜𝘯𝑦 𝑓𝘰𝑟 𝑚𝘦.