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fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮Vegas let out a sigh at Allie's story, boy, did she and the newly met girl have a load to talk about if they both had broken families and checkered pasts. She forced back a load of emotions and tears threatening to spill at the memory of her father's condition, 'At least she isn't known as the daughter of a psychopath and his flighty wife,' she thought bitterly before pushing it to the back of her head, she turned to the bra snatcher and gave a Cheshire grin, "But I like your face so much," she stated with an innocent voice, of course she liked his face, she liked his personality but what was an attraction if there were no looks involved at all? They contributed to something. When she realized the girl had turned her attention to Mi, the pinkette pushed her body up and stared at Strength before she leaned down and kissed his cheek, "Hope that makes up for eating your face, Strength,"

╰☆╮ Vegas' turn to act awkward had once again reared it's ugly end as the pinkette stood next to her bed, her cheeks dusted pink with a blush that she tried to cover with her bangs. Of course, the physicality barrier between them had been broken and she wanted to be with him, but it was awkward to kiss your best friend in front of your other best friend and a stranger. Especially since relationships weren't usually her thing, she wasn't the relationship type of girl but oh so stereotypically, one guy came along and changed her view on that.

The sheet lying atop Strength's shirtless torso had been shifted down, revealing about half of his upper body. There were definitely no man-boobs to be seen there, thank God. The boy felt the fabric of the pinkette's shirt as it glided across his bare skin. When she leaned over toward him, he honestly wasn't quite sure what she was planning, if there was a plan. I guess it'll do. He thought, almost jokingly. No joke, though, he was kind of thinking she was going to go for lips, but no big deal, right? Another subtle, slightly crooked smile came the the blonde's face as he watched Vegas' emotions play out. Was this amusing, or what?

Yeah, he really liked her and would probably enjoy a relationship, but past his next meal, Strength didn't see anything. He'd lived that way for a nice portion of his life, never knowing if he'd actually get the privilege of living another day. It was shady business the kid dealt in, and if this was the kind of girl who fantasized about Mrs. Misteor, she may have another thing coming. Good thing she isn't.

Strength tilted his head to look at the fellow blonde occupying space in their dorm. "Or something." Just normal powers, actually, but he always was a bit of an douche.

fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮Vegas let her hand lay dangerously close to his as she listened to the new girl, 'Talks to the dead, not as vast as necromancy but I suppose it's a weaker form, we could stir up chaos,' she thought before turning her eyes over to her ******** and giving a look. "Oh, darling, but I have told you, I simply went back in time and relived the day that I told you, altering today, you have no recollection of ever knowing my power because I used it against you," she stated simply, challenge accepted. Lies. They hung over her head and she let him, so uncannily believable to all but those who knew the truth, in this case, it would have been her own potential lover. She couldn't be honest about her feelings for him, she wasn't good at honesty. "The way I travel is by traveling through dimensions, let's say that I am here now but I could be somewhere else, if I wanted to change this, I simply travel through the fourth dimension, choose which of my infinite outcomes I would rather be at and simply tell my past version which choice to make to get my current version to that alternate outcome and travel back." she explained as she gave him a smirk of her own, she was not going to let him get the best of her.

╰☆╮ Vegas turned her attention to Allie again, "How do you speak to the dead? Do you see them or just hear their voices?" she questioned, her mind was full of thoughts of whether or not the other girl's powers bared some other form of similarity towards her own, real powers. Kazara would hate both her and Allie. Good because Vegas wasn't quite fond of the uppity, better-than-you chick who probably mentally ******** her crush. Speaking of Strength, she hovered her lips dangerously close to his ear before whispering, "You don't know this, but I'm your grandmother, hun," with a satisfied expression, she returned to her original position of laying next to him but this time, she let her hand rest on his innocently, as if she didn't notice.

fillerfillerfillerfiller ╰☆╮Vegas narrowed her eyes, looking hazy and distant, "I don't think mine is worth going back to fix." she didn't seem upset, happy, angry, just outright distant and as if she was gone or as if she'd seen a ghost. No pun intended. If the teenager could go back in time, she'd stop her own birth to make her father happier. She'd rather stop existing than have herself happy while her dad is cheated on and miserable because he couldn't go to college and pursue his dreams. When the pinkette felt Strength's hand move away from under hers, she was tempted to grab it and put it back, the last feeling of comfort in the situation was gone. She absentmindedly listened to Allie, uncomfortable and broken in the situation, she was cool on the surface but inside, she was near tears at the thought of her broken family. "Thank you, Mi, I'll be sure to have a hairdresser fix my hair again, pink is outdated either way," she had a stony expression and an emotionless voice before she turned to look at Strength, a little more hurt showed in her eyes as she softened her expression for him, in her own way of letting him know she had been upset. She didn't care if he wasn't the type of guy to hold her, she wanted him to know regardless.

Vegas had been hardly offended by him addressing her as his 'b***h' whereas she normally would have retorted with something witty but her response was out of the usual, "Yea, something like that," she mumbled, humor and life all gone as she stared at her hand which now rest in her lap with a reticent look on her face. Pathetic child, she was. She stared at her lightly tanned hand as if it were her only source of life before quickly saying, "He's my pimp," although it didn't sound as if she was actually having fun, if only the female blond had known that family was a touchy subject for the pinkette who had barely any left. She and her dad, what a family picture.