“AAAh I’m an i***t…” Thea said with a deep sigh as she hung upside down on the couch.
Peter passed by her avoiding her legs and walked over to his desk completely ignoring her.
“Everybody, an i***t is right here, call that police…” Pen commented from her place on the couch in front of her and Thea wanted to sink deeper into despair.
“What’s her deal anyway?” Pen asked
“She’s been like that since she came back from dinner with Lucian Salvator,” Peter answered not bothering to look up from his paperwork.
“Ugh… I feel like my brain is dissolving away from idiocy overload,” She said with a deep sigh burying her face into the cushion.
“Woah, this must be serious… she’s in full breakdown mode,” Pen said,
“What did you do to embarrass yourself this much,” Peter asked and Thea sighed again
