'I'm Tori in that episode where Tori dressed up as Jade to try to show Andre that Jade was horrible. . .'

'Damn it, I wanted to be Jade. Oh well. I'll be Beck.'

'I was gonna show up to the turtle's place for a spar but I guess they're having an episode of some kind.'

'Because it's truer than the sky bein' blue, Max.' [Smile. Crooked, but trying.]

'Would it help if I said you're the prettiest girl I've ever met?' [RIZZ LEVEL: ♾️.]

[Off key hum.] 'Sure, sounds good. Let's go.' [Reaching into Maxine's personal space to hold her hand. A lil crooked grin.]

'Sounds good.' [Nods Gretchen with a few loose signs with her hands. Gretchen googles the greasiest food in NYC...] 'Hmm... all of our options are pre-tty greasy. . .'

'Listen, my dad is one of the biggest idiots. It's a miracle I'm not as dimwitted as he is.' [Snickering, Gretchen hums.] 'Maybe I can hand you the money and you can go in and order? That way we don't have to stop by my place...' [Cringes.]

'My dad thinks it's for my wrestling career to have a sword during my opening entrances to matches, y'know, like a trademark? But, no. I've just been training to use it because I like to fight for real.' [Girl--] 'Who knows what creeps need to be cut up 'round here, too.'

'You know the answer to that already, deep in your heart, Maxine.' [Yes, she'd like that.] 'I might have to drop off my sword though. . . can't exactly walk into places with weapons.'

'Smoothies are fine. But sometimes you want bubblegum-cotton candy ice cream absolutely SMOTHERED in spranks.' [A shrug, rolling her neck for a second.] 'Kinda sick of smoothies and shakes, on account of dad wanting me to follow in his footsteps. You get sick of protein sometimes.'

'A supposed "supergenius", apparently.' [A wheeze and a snort from Gretchen, who-- has a real sword on her back? Yeah, okay.] 'I could go for ice cream right now. Yogurt's like ice cream but worse.'

'It's that fuck-ass purple one again, isn't it.'

[Managed to sneak off from her father while he's tearing the city apart to find those "horrid tortugas". And within three minutes, she spots @raphstink.bsky.social on the way into a dead end alleyway. Her dad's not gonna know about this, out of pure, rebellious spite. Following Raph.]

[Out with her dad, "tortuga hunting". She's basically just on her phone, scrolling through socials, while her dad is searching high and low.]

➷ 𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝗶𝗻 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!

[That's why she has to get mutated, her swag too real, her rizz too awesome, they would have to mutate her to nerf her.] 'Cool. Follow me. I'm Gretchen, by the way. What's your name?' [Turning on her big clunky gothic boot heels, she starts leading.]

'Well, consider me your welcome wagon. You wanna go out for boba and chat?' [Gretchen, you need to chill.]

'Hey, girl. You new 'round here?' [DEAF GIRL RIZZ.]

'. . . Hot witch.'

➷ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣!

[Nodding.] 'We gotta convince our folks to change to a different museum. I know the downtown museum of art like the back of my hand. Plus the museum in mind is having a POST MORTEM event. Meaning that the pieces are worth WAY more than living artists' work. That way I can get US out of there easy.'

[You see something in Gretchen's non-red eye. A glimmer of mischief.] 'If police or the tortugas show up... We can just pin it on our pops' and your stepdad and escape Scot free.' [Oh, she seems so confident about that? What is on her mind?]

'What if they're gonna make us do this with them as a team. Like, you, me, your dads and my dad. I would rather chew tinfoil for 3 days straight. No offense to you, full offense to your dads.'

[Awkward squeeze. Gretchen has intimacy problems. But she is trying.]

'You too, huh.'

[Extending a hand.]

(( sighs. ))

'Yeah, that's what girls do, get each other.'

'would.'

((fml i have to draw a tiger again, but it's worth it. gretchen's worth it ))

(( Max and Gretchen being the Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn of rise would make me happy. :3c

'Yeah, she is definitely a reanimated corpse or a ghost.' [Gretchen wheezes a little laugh out, a sound that tickles her own vocal chords. She looks at the photos, and lets out a low hum.] 'These look awesome, by the way. Good composition and stuff.'

'. . . Oh, yeah, definitely haunted. It's said that the proprietor is a ghost herself! Isn't that fucked up?' [Peeking over her shoulder to see.]

(( @maxitout.bsky.social ))

'Heard she's a real man-eater. . .' [Whether Gretchen was figurative or literal could not be told.]

[As silent as she can be on clunky gothic boots, Gretchen follows, and once they're at least out of range of that stupid display of grown men being "soft", Gretchen wheezes out a sigh, turning her phone on silent. 'So there's a sushi place nearby, a place that serves some pretty baller Korean ++

[ Once she registers where Max is pointing, she cringes. ] 'Sorry those two are yours. Ugh. I'm forced into these a lot, and those two are just a disaster.' [Upon an offer being proposed, to leave, Gretchen does not hesitate.] 'Why don't we treat ourselves to something better to eat than ++

[Drawing on her tablet while her dad is ranting about "tirtougas". It's like he forgets his own daughter's deaf.]

'. . . Our dog just had puppies. Do you wanna come over and meet the puppies?'

'Does your apartment even allow animals? I mean-- If it does, I may have an offer. . .'

(( gretchen 🤝 max dead mom syndrome ))

[She reads the lips of the other girl, gauging the age of her. Looked to be around Gretchen's age, Gretchen puts her phone down to see if there's any good food hidden under the table, but... alas. Ugh, she's so hungry.] [Typing...] 'I don't wanna be here either. Dad's stupid ass has me missing ++

'DO NOT BOO HER, SHE IS RIGHT.'

[The tablet is tapped, and Gretchen looks up, seeing the gesture and recognizing what it meant. She gives a look to the crying pig man on the floor and everyone trying to comfort him, and... nods, gravely. She packs up the tablet, and slings it into her bag, pen placed into a different ++

[Gretchen is way too used to her dad's "Helicopter Parenting". Ever since her mom passed, he's been so protective and doting. Which got annoying FAST. She's on her tablet, not even stopping drawing when the "off-pudding" comment was made. Seems she either can't hear or doesn't care.] [Hypno ++

[Standing behind her at 6'2'' and with the most resting bitch face look of all time. Shoulder tapping.]

(( windy check discord im about to explode /nf

* @ windy ꜝ! . . ⠀# ʳᵒᵗᵗᵐⁿᵗ ᵗᵐⁿᵗ 𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩