'I'm Tori in that episode where Tori dressed up as Jade to try to show Andre that Jade was horrible. . .'
Your hair is more than pretty enough. If only Tori was a bit meaner, I liked Tori and Jade more. ( 💭 )
GRETCHEN!
@titanic-tiger.bsky.social
MAN IS SUCH A FOOL, WHY ARE WE SAVING HIM?
'I'm Tori in that episode where Tori dressed up as Jade to try to show Andre that Jade was horrible. . .'
Your hair is more than pretty enough. If only Tori was a bit meaner, I liked Tori and Jade more. ( 💭 )
'Damn it, I wanted to be Jade. Oh well. I'll be Beck.'
shes just like me fr
'I was gonna show up to the turtle's place for a spar but I guess they're having an episode of some kind.'
'Because it's truer than the sky bein' blue, Max.' [Smile. Crooked, but trying.]
- / oh /. [ Hiding her blush and open jaw behind a hand, along with a giddy smile. ] I mean, maybe a / little /, yeah.
'Would it help if I said you're the prettiest girl I've ever met?' [RIZZ LEVEL: ♾️.]
asked my dad if i was ugly. warren cut in and went, 'you could use some work'. they need a new window, now. and warren is being peeled off the sidewalk.
[Off key hum.] 'Sure, sounds good. Let's go.' [Reaching into Maxine's personal space to hold her hand. A lil crooked grin.]
[ Leaaaaning over, right into her personal space. Pointing a finger at a burger joint, ] I've heard great things 'bout this place, but haven't tried it. They have milkshakes, too. Compromise smoothies and ice cream? [ Snrk. ]
'Sounds good.' [Nods Gretchen with a few loose signs with her hands. Gretchen googles the greasiest food in NYC...] 'Hmm... all of our options are pre-tty greasy. . .'
Suppose the braincells had to go to someone, huh? [ Chuckling! ] Sounds good to me. We could always go to some park after, days nice enough for it . . ( 💭 )
'Listen, my dad is one of the biggest idiots. It's a miracle I'm not as dimwitted as he is.' [Snickering, Gretchen hums.] 'Maybe I can hand you the money and you can go in and order? That way we don't have to stop by my place...' [Cringes.]
[ . . SNORT. ] Sorry, not laughing at you, not laughing at you – . Your dad seriously bought that? I mean, hey, it's cool, but I don't think they'd allow REAL swords anywhere near, right?
'My dad thinks it's for my wrestling career to have a sword during my opening entrances to matches, y'know, like a trademark? But, no. I've just been training to use it because I like to fight for real.' [Girl--] 'Who knows what creeps need to be cut up 'round here, too.'
Speaking of, [ pointing at said sword! ], what is UP with that, girl? I'd have figured your dad would have pushed some other kinda weapon.
'You know the answer to that already, deep in your heart, Maxine.' [Yes, she'd like that.] 'I might have to drop off my sword though. . . can't exactly walk into places with weapons.'
Eughe, / yeah /, I can't imagine the shit your dad makes you drink and eat all the time. . . wanna go get the greasiest fast food we can find and follow it up with some way too sugary ice cream?
'Smoothies are fine. But sometimes you want bubblegum-cotton candy ice cream absolutely SMOTHERED in spranks.' [A shrug, rolling her neck for a second.] 'Kinda sick of smoothies and shakes, on account of dad wanting me to follow in his footsteps. You get sick of protein sometimes.'
[ Slooowly leaning back ( almost comically ) to glimpse at the sword, before shaking her head. She'll ask later. ] Personally? I prefer smoothies. Healthier and can hold waaaaay more citrus flavors.
'A supposed "supergenius", apparently.' [A wheeze and a snort from Gretchen, who-- has a real sword on her back? Yeah, okay.] 'I could go for ice cream right now. Yogurt's like ice cream but worse.'
It is. It's so hard not to laugh. Who thinks of that?
'It's that fuck-ass purple one again, isn't it.'
'portable yogurt' sure man might as well happen today
[Managed to sneak off from her father while he's tearing the city apart to find those "horrid tortugas". And within three minutes, she spots @raphstink.bsky.social on the way into a dead end alleyway. Her dad's not gonna know about this, out of pure, rebellious spite. Following Raph.]
[Out with her dad, "tortuga hunting". She's basically just on her phone, scrolling through socials, while her dad is searching high and low.]
➷ 𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝗶𝗻 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!
[That's why she has to get mutated, her swag too real, her rizz too awesome, they would have to mutate her to nerf her.] 'Cool. Follow me. I'm Gretchen, by the way. What's your name?' [Turning on her big clunky gothic boot heels, she starts leading.]
[ Her swag too real. Her rizz too awesome. Excited gasp! ] Ooooh, how could I, like, ever say no! I've never had a welcome wagon . . ( 💭 )
'Well, consider me your welcome wagon. You wanna go out for boba and chat?' [Gretchen, you need to chill.]
[ Twirling a curl around a finger with a giggle, ] Y'know, like, I actually am ~ ! I've neeever been out here ~ !
➷ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣!
[Nodding.] 'We gotta convince our folks to change to a different museum. I know the downtown museum of art like the back of my hand. Plus the museum in mind is having a POST MORTEM event. Meaning that the pieces are worth WAY more than living artists' work. That way I can get US out of there easy.'
. . oooohoh, I LOVE the way you think, Gretch. [ Playfully nudging Gretchen, a mischievous grin appearing. ] I'm gonna guess you miiight have something in mind?
[You see something in Gretchen's non-red eye. A glimmer of mischief.] 'If police or the tortugas show up... We can just pin it on our pops' and your stepdad and escape Scot free.' [Oh, she seems so confident about that? What is on her mind?]
[ Snrk! ] Dude, how do you think I feel being stuck with them myself? . . actually, a team up with you doesn't sound too bad. Maybe it'd get our dads off our backs . . ( 💭 )
'What if they're gonna make us do this with them as a team. Like, you, me, your dads and my dad. I would rather chew tinfoil for 3 days straight. No offense to you, full offense to your dads.'
[ Groaning, head in hands. ] Been bugging me about it since / Monday /. At this point, even / Warren / is asking.
[Awkward squeeze. Gretchen has intimacy problems. But she is trying.]
[ snrking and snatching it up. ]
'Yeah, that's what girls do, get each other.'
you get me always