"Faith! Are you almost ready? We're going to be late." Proclaimed the silver haired man in a joking manner while eyeing the odd melting clock on the beige wall by the front door.
"Yes Mr. Boss, I'm coming." A sassy voice sounded from the second floor of the large suit. Sighing with a smirk the boss, otherwise known as Hope or Mr. Estheim to many, shook his head at his best friend's instant remark. Within moments a body with a mop of orange hair came barreling down the stairs while trying to figure out how to twist and loop the mint blue tie around her slender neck.
Still not comprehending the method in which to tie a tie, once her unclad feet loudly struck the wooden floors, a frustrated grunt escaped her pursed lips. Chuckling, Hope reached for the thin blue fabric that aggravated the short woman. Once realizing she wouldn't have to create the unforgiving tie, Faith threw her head back and took a deep breath.
"You know, I feel like a clone of you but in girl form." Stated Faith liftin
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