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"Oh come on, you can't seriously expect me to respond to every one of these stupid messages that these idiots..."
*BEEP*

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[Squint.]

...

[That was Penny.
Very Perky.
In a very cute cheerleading uniform.
A slightly short skirted cheerleading uniform at that.
That... you didn't send pictures like this to friends out of the blue, did you?
Why would you send this? Was she supposed to compliment her? Was she supposed to tease her about her hair or her skin or the ten-thousand other things Larxene could come up with off the cuff? No, this wasn't supposed to get a tease. The urge was there, but why... why did she?]

WHY WOULD YOU SEND ME THIS?!?

[That wasn't actually a reply. She was shrieking at her fluid in utter befuddlement and confusion. Her head hurt, and not for the first time. She should definitely blow this off. She should absolutely blow this off. She had to get the hell away from this crazy fucking red-head who was sending her pictures of her before it was too late.]