Her eye twitched when she ruffled her hair, ”I am still tempted to shoot you in the foot,” She said taking another bite, ”Also don’t forget changing the shampoo with hair dye, lotion with Nair, the sugar with salt.” She ranted.
“Girl, you touch my shampoo and I will set you on fire.” Summer raised both eyebrows at Adeva. “You don’t touch my books or my hair stuff, I don’t touch your guns and knives.”
She smirked as she leaned forward touching her nose to Summer’s, ”In the words of my father, I do what I want.”
“And so do I.” Summer snapped her teeth at Deva. “C’mon, truce, sister?”
She laughed, ”Oh but what fun is a truce, we are the daughters of Loki, there is no fun in that.”
“Now, now, there’s mischief and then there’s malice. No malice, Deva. I’m serious.”