WORDS COULD NOT DESCRIBE THE SHEER 'DO NOT WANT' ON HEATHER'S FACE.
Beckett was a nice kid-- hyperactivity aside, he'd been more or less well-behaved. Cheerful and all that. But nonetheless, Heather could honestly say at this point that she'd rather jump off a balcony than spend another minute babysitting.
So, behind Beckett's back, she sagged in relief when Artemis shot down the suggestion.
... And she didn't even disagree with the stage-whisper! She WAS impatient. She wanted OUT of Violet, and she wanted out NOW.
So she just headed over to ruffle Beckett's hair a bit.
"Yeah, and I got business to take care of. Maybe another time, kid."
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Beckett was a nice kid-- hyperactivity aside, he'd been more or less well-behaved. Cheerful and all that. But nonetheless, Heather could honestly say at this point that she'd rather jump off a balcony than spend another minute babysitting.
So, behind Beckett's back, she sagged in relief when Artemis shot down the suggestion.
... And she didn't even disagree with the stage-whisper! She WAS impatient. She wanted OUT of Violet, and she wanted out NOW.
So she just headed over to ruffle Beckett's hair a bit.
"Yeah, and I got business to take care of. Maybe another time, kid."