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Noise. A lot of noise.
People stepping into their house unannounced. Tracking dirt and mud and grime and stamping it into the wooden planks that Pearl had worked so hard to lay down.
Cleo clenched her fists, taking a second to breathe. Like everyone’s always told her, breathe, do whatever it takes to not lash out.
Her gaze flitted around the room, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, feeling that sense of anger rise in her throat and spread up in the back of her mind, hot and clawing at her insides.
She saw Pearl. She had that frozen, statuesque but simultaneously erratic and anxious look to her person. Pearl’s hands were shaking. Despite how she seemed planted to the ground, it looked like she wanted nothing more than to flee, nothing more than some quiet.
Cleo turned back to the two entrances installed to the house. The deep breathing, as fucking usual, doing nothing more than to fan the fire that continued to spread in her throat like bile.
Don’t these people have any sense of respect? Goddamned self-entitled nobles with their lackluster and tone-deaf attitudes, thinking they can just walk in with no sense of regard for the very people who lived there!
Taking the charge, she yelled, “Nobody’s invited in, everybody out!” As she ushered the others out and promptly shutting the doors the moment they were out of bounds. “Get out of my house! At least ask before you come in!”
Avid and Sausage weren’t getting the fucking memo.
Pricks.
“I’m gonna start killing everybody who just walks into my house!” That would be her final warning.
But for one final measure, she turned to Pearl — noticeably a bit less overwhelmed — and tamped down that agitation as much as she possibly could, softening her voice. “Can I kill everyone? Is that okay, Pearl?”
What appeared to be amusement shadowed over Pearl’s face, which was a bit of a relief. “Yes, please.” She replied simply.
“Okay, murder it is.” She turned towards the unfinished windows, unsheathing her sword, “EVERYBODY RUN!”