FPE Impetus AU: Grading

Oliver/Katie walks over to ∆lice's door. However - *Miss Grace intercepts Oliver/Katie, resulting in them bumping into her. * Miss Grace: I'm going to be adding a lock on ∆lice's door, so I need you to get her to leave her room. Oliver/Katie: Can you tell me where everyone's homes are? Miss Grace: Fine. I'll give you the f- Oliver/Katie: Give them to Zip and Edward as well. Miss Grace: Fine. Oliver/Katie (Sarcastically): Thank you. *Oliver/Katie continues on their journey to ∆lice's room. They knock on the door. ∆lice slowly opens it, but when she sees that it's them, she opens the door completely. *  *That dour, bitter, spiteful expression is replaced with one that she only makes around them. A smile. A sincere one * Oliver/Katie: Miss Grace *And ∆lice's expression returns to a dour one as soon as Miss Grace is mentioned. * needs to put a lock on your door. *∆lice becomes even more upset. * Oliver/Katie: Now that you mention it, I kind of think that we could fix that. I don't like seeing you be alone. I never get to see that cruelty and vi*lent behavior when you stay in this room. I never see anything in there and I'm worried about you. I'm worried that - *Oliver/Katie recomposes themselves. * I'm just - ~ ∆lice: *sighs* Fine.  *∆lice starts to walk, but - * Oliver/Katie: Hey, why don't we just teleport there. ∆lice: Where exactly? Oliver/Katie: Me and Connor's home. *∆lice holds onto Oliver/Katie's hand.  Their at the entrance of a small house. One story.  Oliver/Katie knocks on the door, and a stop sign with eyes opens it. The scarf he used to open the door signifies that, to ∆lice, that's Connor. * Connor: Didn't think you'd show u- *Connor notices ∆lice. * oh. hi ∆lice. *∆lice and Oliver/Katie enter the home. The first place they enter is the living room. The couch is surprisingly clean, but the floor rotates between being clean and having trash and ... bl*odstains on the floor. * Connor: Sorry, sometimes Oliver/Katie doesn't clean up sometimes. You can sleep on the - Oliver/Katie: Bed. I'll sleep on the couch for your stay. Connor: What? Oliver/Katie, you- Oliver/Katie: C'mon, a couch is no place for a princess to sleep. ∆lice *Oliver/Katie holds ∆lice's hands. * I'll prepare your room, make yourself comfortable. And ... please be nice to Connor.  *Oliver/Katie walks to their room to clean it up. * *∆lice sits on the couch, not saying a word to Connor, who's sitting ... standing ... he's on the couch. * *Minutes pass without a single word spoken between the sentient stop sign and the bandaged princess.  Connor notices the scars on ∆lice's legs. * Connor: Hey ... where did you get those *Connor points at the scars. * from? ∆lice: Shut up! Connor:Alright. ... *A few more minutes pass. * Connor (Internally): It shouldn't have taken Oliver/Kaite this long. Why w-  *Connor moves towards his room. He bangs on the door with his scarf. ∆lice can hear the entire conversation. * Connor: Oliver/K. Oliver/K. Are ... Are you okay. Oliver/Katie: I'm ... fine. Connor: Please ... stop. stop it. I hid them from you for a reason. *Silence. * *Connor should've thought that they'd do this. Connor moves back toward the living room. * Connor: Hey, ∆lice, can you help? ∆lice: Why sh- Connor: Their hurting themselves again. Please. ∆lice: ... *∆lice walks up to the door. * ∆lice: Oliver/K ... open the door, ... *No response. * *∆lice gets fed up with this. She teleports directly into Connor's room. * *Oliver/K sits in the far corner. Their right arm is covered in cuts. ∆lice grabs onto Oliver/K's hand with her tendrils. * *They drop something onto the floor. C*tters. * *Despite what anyone else would think, she isn't surprised. Isn't even upset. She simply picks the c*tters up and unlocks the door. * *Once Connor sees them, he grabs them with his scarf. * Connor: Sh*t. I should've hidden them somewhere else. Can you watch them while I get rid of these? *∆lice doesn't make any gesture. No words. Connor's disturbed by the lack of any response, but he believes that she's not going to make anything worse, so he leaves. * *Oliver/K is still sitting there. Tears are slowly dripping down their face, but they're forcing themselves to smile. They cover up their Left arm with their pencil. * Oliver/K: I'm sorry that I interrupted you. I should've waited or moved somewhere else to do this. *∆lice walks towards them and sits beside them. * Oliver/K: Are you upset? ∆lice: No. In fact ... I enjoy this.