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You are now FOLYKL DARANE and currently, you are situated in the very comfortable lap of your matesprit. She convinced you to drop Kuprum and stay in for the day. You assumed it’d be fine.
Since you started seeing her, your condition has improved significantly as you hesitantly followed her esoteric advice. Taking showers, eating anything but muck straight from an offal drum, directing your mind towards positive measures; macho bullshit like that.
One thing you hated about her the most was the painfully obvious self-satisfaction she was getting from treating you like a grub, but all in all, you are glad to have met her. Or she had met you. Whatever.
A soap opera was playing in the background of a poorly lit respiteblock where you two have been killing time for what might’ve been several hours by now. Sitting in the rumpled nest of blankets on the meticulously vacuumed, carpeted floor, you turned around in her lap. Cold feet swinging in the air, you used your freaky echolocative tendencies blind folks seem to be abundant with, took aim and parked your ankles on your matesprite’s sturdy, broad shoulders, your overgrown toenails maliciously stroking her jaw.
She cleared her throat, exaggerating the amount of mucus dripping down her windpipe with each faked wheeze. Her hand grips your ankle and you jolt because it tickles.
“Alright now -_-” she mumbles, her attention fully turned towards one of those tiny tarot handbooks, her other hand clenching a thick stack of gold-rimmed cards that smelled like a rotting closet full of tineids. The waxed paper rustled as she showed the stack nearly into your face, “pick one, no cheating -_-”
“well no shit troll sherlock.”
You rasp.
“like
I have
capacities for that”
“And won’t have if you keep up with that mindset -_-” Marsti rolled her eyes playfully and your hand raked through the comforting darkness, tugging a random card out of the fan. You held it in between your teeth as you shifted your hips and hooked up your knees behind her shoulders instead of playing along with her being your personal footrest, closing the gap between your fairly warm-blooded bodies.
“there are you happy?”
“Yeah -_-” she crooned, reaching somewhere off to her side to gulp a yet unidentified, sweet-smelling liquid. You could only tell so much from the nasty slurping coming up from above you.
You assume she grins while examining your card, with self-satisfaction as always.
“Just as I thought, Three of Containers, young lady. -_-”
“what the fuck is it about this time?”
"The meaning behind the Three of Containers represents a period of happiness. You will be able to forget the worries of your nightly life and spend quality time with your lusus and friends." she recited the text from the handbook like a poem she was forced to memorise for the sake of reaching higher education, “Fascinating -_- Luckily for you, bedbug, I can translate it to you just fine -_-”
“shoot your best shot”
“The Three of Containers is all about spending quality time with folks you cherish in your life. That means trolls you don’t feel the need to psych out and harass on a daily basis. -_-”
“that circle is fucking empty for me”
“I know. -_-” Marsti smirked and took another swig.
“what is that?”
“Something you should’ve started to drink a long time ago. I'm doing a taste test before forcing you into it so it doesn’t turn against me. It’s not bad. -_-”
“that didn’t answer my question”
“Electrolytes. They keep your systems flowing the way they should. It would help you conserve energy for longer periods of time if you’d turn it into a habit. -_-”
“...whatever smartass let me get a taste”
Marsti passes the bottle. “You’re welcome -_-”
You take a careful lick; like a purrbeast; and Marsti eyes you like you’re the most adorable critter this world has to offer. You kind of liked her too, but weren’t making such a fuss about it. The drink was… good, surprisingly. You also happened to feel a little twinge of energy pouring through your veins right after the first sip. So you took another one.
“Better than licking stray car batteries scattered around a landfill until you get a shock that will keep you independent for a solid twenty minutes? -_-” she teases, already knowing the answer.
“ yah”
You mutter, screwing the lid back on and tossing the bottle aside. Squirming in Marsti’s lap once more, your ass slides down more towards her thighs, the flats of your feet resting on her bosom. She raises an eyebrow.
“What do we have here? -_-”
“you told me to think about positive things”
“Oh wow. Nice to see you take matters into your own hands. I’m not going to contradict that, it’s very moving of you. -_-”
Suddenly, she grabs you by the waist, jerking your body upwards, tugging at your arm. Your palms replace your soles on Marsti’s volition and you’re too busy to change the position you’re currently occupying.
“hey nerd”
“sup -_-”
Marsti’s lips puckered in contrast to your seductively wiggling eyebrows, faces fluttering mere inches apart. You swiftly licked her cheek and squeezed her rumblespheres. She held your head with both hands, brushed your hair out of the way and kissed you on the cheek. You felt the sudden rush of life flowing through you again. Should you credit the drink’s magical properties or kiss Marsti again? You decide on the latter.
A firm hold redirects your hand’s trajectory somewhere down, and you gladly take it from there yourself. Your hand snakes up Marsti’s shirt, feeling her bare skin, your unkempt nails leaving little dents in the places you squished. Marsti snickers.
With your free hand, you roll up the hem of your crusty sweater over your stomach and keep it pinned with your chin. She takes the hint. Marsti’s hand generously feels you around as she pulls you for another smooch, this time on the lips.
You withdraw with a thin string of spit stuck onto your chin, Marsti’s red as a beetroot. Meanwhile, there's already an entirely different episode of the cult drama playing in the background. What a way to pass the time.
“Whee. -_- I wasn’t really into french kissing before -_-” she mumbles, covering her mouth and simpering.
“but then I changed it”