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OO2. VIOLENT REALIZATION! ❝just actually try to protect that pretty face of yours, figs ❞
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Iggy winced, looking into a dingy pipe at her reflection. Her top lip was busted and slightly swollen—she'd definitely gotten a beating. Sure, she was the one to get the last hit, but she swore she came out with more external injuries than the other guy. They ended up losing everything they worked hard for, so the fight was technically pointless. And Ignatia has to now keep up with the bruises and lacerations on her face for the next week. She had this pouty look on her face ever since they found Powder without their bag of goodies—and it most definitely wasn't going away any time soon. When things went wrong, more than half the time, Iggy couldn't handle it. Especially, when she barely had time to think alone. With the constant nasally voice of her friend, Mylo, she wasn't allowed a single secluded thought.
Sitting outside of the basement, where most of them spent their personal time, under The Last Drop. Vander had creeped up on their conversation, hearing the annoyed voice of the spiky-haired boy. He had nearly came up on the conclusion on his own on what the kids were up to—hearing about the explosion up top. Violet had gotten heated with Vander's responses, causing him to order to be left alone with her. Everyone reluctantly left, standing outside the door.
Ignatia grabbed a piece of soft cloth from one of the pouches on her pants, to blot at the dried blood on her lip. Licking the fabric slightly, she dabbed at her broken skin, wincing at its soreness. Saliva wasn't the best wound cleaner, but for now it'll do. She did the same to the dried up spots of blood on her knuckles. Her warm tangerine eyes flickered to Mylo sticking his ear to the door. Her eyes widened, hearing the heavy footsteps of the adult man. Mylo hopped away, leaning on a wall as if he wasn't being nosy. The corner of her lips rose slightly, as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Get up, Claggor. We're going out." Vander stated, holding a bag over his shoulder.