“You can’t just take my whip, Richard,” she says. “It’s part of my costume. You’re breaking the convention’s protocol.” “And you’re making up rules. Are the fictional costume police going to jail me in their invisible prison?” “Ugh! You are so…” She growls.
MY PARENTSSSS. (*i'm gonna ignore the fact that connor took her costume's WHIP.) BECAUSE WHY DOES HE NEED THAT.
