OKAY so... real quick post about what my three shitheads are doing 10 years later on this hell of a planet bc i cant be assed to make aesthetics rn i have hw !! under the cut fam.... like the post for an event starter from one (or more! just specify) of them.

         “ WHAT? THIS IS a completely innocent smile. i’ve never done anything bad in my life, ” he responded, lifting his hands in surrender. he nodded and leaned forward. “ okay, here’s the plan. we fake your death. then you won’t have to run a chain of stores and you can do whatever you want. problem solved. no one’s harmed. it’s the best of both worlds. ”

“ yeah this is exactly what i meant by not a good smile. this kind of crap. i’m not faking my death. ” they wanted to be alive as agnes adrian byrnes, not as some other name. “ my heart will be harmed, actually. ” a moment of silence passed before they spoke up again. “ honestly, though. that might work. old man isn’t that smart. ”

‘what can i say? i wasn’t cut out for this school shit,’ she shrugs and she puts the remaining stuff in her bag. ‘practicing questions? isn’t that what for the test is for?’ alyssa asked. ‘i’ll warn you now - i’m an awful cook.’

         “   sure,  you say that,  but you got into oxford,  didn’t you   ?  wouldn’t be here if you weren’t cut out for   ‘   this school shit   ’   “   they laughed, slung their bag over their shoulder, and pushed their chair in.   “   don’t you have the one that you boil for five minutes and add the powder   ?   ”   agnes ran a hand through their hair and crossed their arms.   “   i-i mean i can always make it from scratch.  it’ll be fun.   ”

“you really don’t care if it tastes like dirt from the quad ?”

       “   honestly, i’ve tasted worse. but i know a place that has really good coffee. if you’ve got time, we can go right now.   ”

         “ WHY CAN’T YOU quit, exactly? i’d be happy to assist if you need it, ” he smiled mischievously, looking at his companion.

        “   i really don’t like that smile. it’s giving me a bad feeling.   ”   they give a short laugh.   “   but, uh, my family owns the entire chain of stores. when my mom was alive, i’m sure that she would’ve understood that business really wasn’t something i wanted to do. but i can’t really argue with my dad, so i’m just stuck.   ”

‘i’m glad you’re sick of them because i can’t stand this textbook for one more second,’ she said as she slammed it shut. ‘a break? how about we just call it a day? i’ve done a solid 20 minutes of studying which should be enough to get me by and you’ve been at it for hours. plus, the mac and cheese in my kitchen at home is practically calling our names.’

“ twenty minutes of studying and you already want to call it a day?” they laugh, but nod, closing their own textbook. “ i like to thoroughly practice the questions, and that typically takes hours, as you put it. ” they stand up and put their things into their bag in an organized manner. “ you had me at mac and cheese. let’s go. ”