Cassandra, sharpening a knife:
Bela: we have ways of making people talk.
Bela: cuts a piece of cake
Y/n: . . .can i have some?
Bela: cake is for talkers.
Y/n:
Y/n: okay, ill talk
Bela and cassandra: high fives each other
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incorrect dimitrescu
Fanfictionjust a collection of incorrect dimitrescu girls, ft reader
