Tomfoolery (Gidget, WR, DJ)

[Drake]

Drake would turn his head to look at DJ with a coy smile on his face.

"Careful what you wish for."

Then he would turn back to Gidget.

"On the real though, we need to find a way to improve that mood of theirs. You've been making impressive strides, but as was just stated. WR has zero interest in listening to me. So, maybe that can be your pet project?"

[WR Harthe]

WR smoked their cigarette in the hallway while they waited for the food to show up.

[Gidget]

"They're not a pet project..."

Her words were spoken softly, and with a surprising amount of genuine concern coming from the little emotional wreck. She was staring at the door where WR had disappeared, and sighed. She slowly pushed herself up to her feet.

Glaring at Drake and DJ over her shoulder as she headed for the door, she muttered, "And by the way. No fucking in my house. Thanks."

With that, she slipped through the door quietly, closing it behind her and leaning back up against it, waiting to see if WR would say something first or not.