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️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ⁽ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ᵇᵉᵗᵗʸ ᶜᵒᵒᵖᵉʳ & ʲᵘᵍʰᵉᵃᵈ ʲᵒⁿᵉˢ ️️️ ️️─ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ²/² ⁾
️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ AS IF ON CUE, jug's voice sounds from the other room. it isn't loud, but it still makes her frown curiously, brows lowering in a̲n̲t̲i̲c̲i̲p̲a̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ of his muttered words. betty wraps the blanket around her shoulders, sitting back, and watches the dark corner where she could almost make out his skinny, lanky silhouette almost emerging from. her lips part at his words, shock taking over. ' ──TOMORROW? ' it was a simple revelation, but her mind was... processing. ' how... when...- ' she frowns, realizing she was making no sense. ' fp is getting released?! when did you find out?! ' it almost seems t̲o̲o̲ go̲o̲d̲ t̲o̲ b̲e̲ t̲r̲u̲e̲.
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️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ...or at least, too good to be true w̷̲i̷̲t̷̲h̷̲o̷̲u̷̲t̷̲ ̷̲a̷̲ ̷̲c̷̲a̷̲t̷̲c̷̲h̷̲. still, for a minute, betty allows herself to just feel happy for HIM ── and for FP, who finally caught a break. it wasn't often they got good news. her tone is low when she answers again, a happier hint to it. a s̲o̲f̲t̲e̲r̲ n̲o̲t̲e̲ ' that's... amazing, jug. i'm happy for you. ' and although she doesn't say it, and she couldn't see his face, she was sure her expression shows... r̷e̷l̷i̷e̷f̷. the thought that jughead could now step back from the serpents crosses her mind, but betty doesn't SAY it. she has a feeling he wouldn't w̲a̲n̲t̲ t̲o̲. not anymore. they were his family... maybe more than she was.
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️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ after all, the southside was h̲i̲s̲ w̲o̲r̲l̲d̲. she may feel like an outsider in it, but she couldn't deny it. taking the blanket off her shoulders, her mind wanders to thoughts much more pleasant than the black hood or the MURDER of the sugar man; or even the image of jughead's lips on t̲o̲n̲i̲. ' ...what are you doing when he gets out? you need to celebrate! ' was she trying to make conversation because she couldn't sleep? to d̷i̷s̷t̷r̷a̷c̷t̷ herself? absolutely. also, she felt guilty ── jughead was about to get his dad back, and here she was... s̶̲u̶̲l̶̲k̶̲i̶̲n̶̲g̶̲. not that she's done sulking. but a break? she can do that. besides, she isn't done hearing his voice.
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️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ' the serpents will probably want a party, you know? ' she smiled once again, but her slight sarcasm was just that; slight. they would d̶e̶f̶i̶n̶i̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ want a party. it also feels good to smile, even amidst the CHAOS. ' are you going to pick him up? with... the serpents? ' well, now she was just acting d̲e̲s̲p̲e̲r̲a̲t̲e̲ for conversation ── so much for angry silence like she planned on earlier. closing her mouth, betty forces her lips to a̲̲s̲̲k̲̲ n̲̲o̲̲t̲̲h̲̲i̲̲n̲̲g̲ e̲̲l̲̲s̲̲e̲̲, knees clutched to her torso as she watches the dark corner where jug m̷i̷g̷h̷t̷ be. she awaits his next words silently, eyes curious... simply waiting for him to speak.
️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ⁽ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ᵇᵉᵗᵗʸ ᶜᵒᵒᵖᵉʳ & ʲᵘᵍʰᵉᵃᵈ ʲᵒⁿᵉˢ ️️️ ️️─ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ²/² ⁾
️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ AS IF ON CUE, jug's voice sounds from the other room. it isn't loud, but it still makes her frown curiously, brows lowering in a̲n̲t̲i̲c̲i̲p̲a̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ of his muttered words. betty wraps the blanket around her shoulders, sitting back, and watches the dark corner where she could almost make out his skinny, lanky silhouette almost emerging from. her lips part at his words, shock taking over. ' ──TOMORROW? ' it was a simple revelation, but her mind was... processing. ' how... when...- ' she frowns, realizing she was making no sense. ' fp is getting released?! when did you find out?! ' it almost seems t̲o̲o̲ go̲o̲d̲ t̲o̲ b̲e̲ t̲r̲u̲e̲.
️️️ ️️️ ️️️
️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ...or at least, too good to be true w̷̲i̷̲t̷̲h̷̲o̷̲u̷̲t̷̲ ̷̲a̷̲ ̷̲c̷̲a̷̲t̷̲c̷̲h̷̲. still, for a minute, betty allows herself to just feel happy for HIM ── and for FP, who finally caught a break. it wasn't often they got good news. her tone is low when she answers again, a happier hint to it. a s̲o̲f̲t̲e̲r̲ n̲o̲t̲e̲ ' that's... amazing, jug. i'm happy for you. ' and although she doesn't say it, and she couldn't see his face, she was sure her expression shows... r̷e̷l̷i̷e̷f̷. the thought that jughead could now step back from the serpents crosses her mind, but betty doesn't SAY it. she has a feeling he wouldn't w̲a̲n̲t̲ t̲o̲. not anymore. they were his family... maybe more than she was.
️️️ ️️️
️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ after all, the southside was h̲i̲s̲ w̲o̲r̲l̲d̲. she may feel like an outsider in it, but she couldn't deny it. taking the blanket off her shoulders, her mind wanders to thoughts much more pleasant than the black hood or the MURDER of the sugar man; or even the image of jughead's lips on t̲o̲n̲i̲. ' ...what are you doing when he gets out? you need to celebrate! ' was she trying to make conversation because she couldn't sleep? to d̷i̷s̷t̷r̷a̷c̷t̷ herself? absolutely. also, she felt guilty ── jughead was about to get his dad back, and here she was... s̶̲u̶̲l̶̲k̶̲i̶̲n̶̲g̶̲. not that she's done sulking. but a break? she can do that. besides, she isn't done hearing his voice.
️️️ ️️️
️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ' the serpents will probably want a party, you know? ' she smiled once again, but her slight sarcasm was just that; slight. they would d̶e̶f̶i̶n̶i̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ want a party. it also feels good to smile, even amidst the CHAOS. ' are you going to pick him up? with... the serpents? ' well, now she was just acting d̲e̲s̲p̲e̲r̲a̲t̲e̲ for conversation ── so much for angry silence like she planned on earlier. closing her mouth, betty forces her lips to a̲̲s̲̲k̲̲ n̲̲o̲̲t̲̲h̲̲i̲̲n̲̲g̲ e̲̲l̲̲s̲̲e̲̲, knees clutched to her torso as she watches the dark corner where jug m̷i̷g̷h̷t̷ be. she awaits his next words silently, eyes curious... simply waiting for him to speak.
