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“Echo…” Meeta giggled.
“C’mon, Echo, over here.” Cyon provoked her next.
They kept going back and forth, saying her name over and over again to get her attention. It was kind of funny. It was like she had a- nevermind, she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of the bad joke.
She was trying very hard to concentrate and she thought that her efforts to concentrate her very obvious but Cyon and Meeta were, in turn, trying very hard to pretend like they couldn’t tell she was busy. She was squished between them, Meeta was up against the right side of her face with cutesy nuzzles and Cyon was to her left with fleeting pecks against her cheek.
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Echo sighed.
She lifted her drawing tablet up and that shooed off the two irritants also known as her girlfriends off in the process. Meeta fell back, a puddle of giggles and Cyon retracted herself quite elegantly. They both looked up along the upward angle of Echo’s arms and marvelled at what they saw on the screen.
“Is that us?” Meeta exclaimed.
“Yes, of course.” Echo replied.
She lowered her arms again and resumed. Meeta and Cyon clung to her again, cuddling in. Their hands wove in between the hard plastic of her forearms. Echo began adding finishing touches to her piece.
“You are such a good drawer.” Cyon teased.
“Mm, mm, mm!” Meeta nodded her head, her hat flapped as she did so.
Echo rolled her eyes. They knew how to press her buttons like she was some cheap TV remote but that’s why she loved them and drew them with such care. With watercolours and soft lines.