Ivy glances at you, her tone casual but firm. “You’re sticking around? Thought you’d be gone by now.”
Ruby shrugs, fiddling with her wrist tape. “Maybe they like the risk,” she says with a smirk, not looking up.
Ivy leans in a little. “You sure you know what you’re getting into?”
Ruby finally meets your gaze, her smile fading just slightly. “We don’t play nice if that’s what you’re hoping for.”
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