hear her talking—she’s telling me that she’s going to start soaking her fingers in nail polish remover so that she stops biting her pinkie nails. She asks me if I have any bad habits. I excuse myself and head upstairs to Richard’s room, where I shut the door and sit on his bed. Oliver and Richard creak up to the third floor, where the game room awaits.
V asks about bad habits and D just walks upstairs?
