[semi-open] LA, ask me for the truth about it

[duette]

Who: Harper Sutherland & RELATED PARTIES
When: Saturday, March 15th
Where: The very posh Sutherland residence.
What: SLEEPOVER. GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL.
Why: Post Snakeocalypse dose of fun and normalcy. Kinda.

[ Early evening at the Sutherland household, which was, thankfully, still standing in the wake of Wise Snake. Along with an entire straight block of Starbucks establishments. Weird, right? Either way, a few days prior, after resting up, checking that no one had gotten permanently mauled, and being fairly certain the FBI wasn't going to kick down her door, Harper mass texted her teammates et al. with a simple enough offer.

Sleepover at her place, Saturday night. Food provided. Bring-your-own movies and sleep gear. Time, address, floor number. Tada.

Besides, after Sunday, they deserved a little r&r, didn't they? She was lucky enough to have space, time (school? not this week, oh no), and if there's anything Harper dislikes, it's being idle. So it seemed like the perfect chance to do something productive.

A little before the arrival time, she starts on the finishing touches... ]

(ooc. invites were sent to A☆P, but if you have reasonable age-bracket cr (or cr-of-cr) with her for a sleepover, you're more than welcome to hop in!)

Comments

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It means exactly what it sounds like it means!

[ Harper is thankfully (and probably miraculously) quiet while Lily makes her point. And boy is it a point. At this stage it's less the action and more the principle of the thing. Honestly, now. ]

...Are you afraid?

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[If Harper wants to make this into a principle thing, then it is on. She starts to retort when Lily chimes in with her treacherous, treacherous statement. Afraid? Of getting her hairbrushed. She folds her arms with a scoff.]

Who's afraid? I like it the way it is, that's all.

[duette]

[ Harper hums as if she does not buy this for one second. Also because it deflects awkwardness so well. ]

You are afraid, in other words.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Oh, Raye is past awkward now, thanks to Harper and Lily breaking out the a-word . Who did they think they were, trying to say that Raye was afraid of anything?]

Like I said, I just don't feel like anybody messing around with my hair. I'm not scared!

It's fine the way it is anyway!

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[ Harper puffs up, crossing her arms around the pillow she still has hugged to her. ]

You're so dramatic! [ POT, KETTLE. ] It's not like brushing it makes it any different! I see a tangle, right there.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[Only one tangle? You clearly aren't looking hard enough, Harper. Look at the unkempt mess that is her hair that she refuses to allow to be brushed. LOOK AT IT.]

I am not! [Now she's turned to face Harper, matching her sour look all the way because apparently THIS IS A THING NOW.] You're the one making a big deal out of this!



[Surely that will get her to back off.]