[He's not wrong. Lup looks about as unready for a party as possible, dressed in grey leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, long hair pulled back into a forgotten bun on top of her head. It's the complete opposite of the sparkling number she wore to the last big party she attended, but the whole mood of the house doesn't feel much like a party to her anyway.
It's just a little too soon, she thinks. Her heart isn't into any of this. She just wants to curl up on Barry's pillow and stop existing for awhile.
But instead, there's a party. And now there's a Drake.]
C'mon in, it's chill with me.
[Drake is literally the only person to ever ask permission to walk into a room in this house. This family just busts down doors constantly without permission.]
Yeah, well, I didn't get the memo there was any reason to party.
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It's just a little too soon, she thinks. Her heart isn't into any of this. She just wants to curl up on Barry's pillow and stop existing for awhile.
But instead, there's a party. And now there's a Drake.]
C'mon in, it's chill with me.
[Drake is literally the only person to ever ask permission to walk into a room in this house. This family just busts down doors constantly without permission.]
Yeah, well, I didn't get the memo there was any reason to party.