"Well, that sounds like a shitty way to spend your evening."
Keefe had just told Sophie what had happened, at one part, she looked like she was about to go hunt Marella down, at rip out her throat out. "I know, right? I'm tired, Marella takes a lotta mental energy to put up with, I need a nap."
Sophie nodded, "She sounds like hell and shit got together and made a nightmare even they couldn't handle."
Keefe choaked a little, "I don't think I've heard you swear so much since that time you stubbed your toe on a chair and we had to go to the hospital because you insisted it was broken."
She looked at him blankly, "Keefe, that was you."
He squinted as if trying to recall a memory, "It was?"
"Yes you dummy, now c'mon, Biana's nothing easy to deal with either, I wanna go to bed."
"Bed, or bed?" Keefe asked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle and grin.
"I don't know what I'd do if you got ahold of that slingshot again, 'cause you're clearly less mature than Biana, which is saying a lot," Sophie muttered as she slid into the bed and rolled over.
"You scare me."
"I try."
Aaaaaaaand, NATURAL ENDING, BECAUSE I HAVE LEGIT NO IDEA HOW ELSE TO END A STORY!!!