Meenah and Vriska stood in the memory of the calamitous mess of Jake English’s room, neither of them looking much impressed, to Jake’s dismay. As he sputtered and tried to explain some nonsense to Meenah, Vriska picked one of the comics up off of a stack.
Flipping it open, she paused glancing over a page of a blue woman and an enormous catlike man exchanging flirtatious barbs.
Something in Vriska’s mind itched, and her brow furrowed.
“Hey, English, what’s this?”
“Ah, erm, an X-Men comic?”
“Huh.” Vriska flipped through it, arrested.
For some reason it reminded her of MIndfang’s diary.
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