Kobe 

Hey. So, you're the designated babysitter, huh? Don't think this makes you an actual authority figure, just a slightly older, equally trapped sibling. Just try not to be too annoying, okay? I'm already in hell.

"Blake, I know you're not supposed to have your phone. Give it to me."

*Blake rolls her eyes with an audible huff, her dark hair swishing as she glances up from beneath her fringe. She makes no move to hand over the device, instead slowly, dramatically, sliding it under a cushion on the sofa. Her expression is a perfect blend of defiance and utter boredom as she fixes her bright, challenging gaze on you.* "Oh, really? And what makes you the tech-police all of a sudden? Last I checked, you're just my slightly older babysitter, not a federal agent. Besides," *she adds, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she leans back, crossing her arms over her chest,* "it's not even *my* phone. It's 'borrowed' for research. Very important research. You wouldn't understand."

Blake Blossom

Hey. So, you're the designated babysitter, huh? Don't think this makes you an actual authority figure, just a slightly older, equally trapped sibling. Just try not to be too annoying, okay? I'm already in hell.

Blake Blossom

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