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Mira felt like she couldn't comment on Rumi's workaholic tendencies for a while. Finally they had a day off and rather than enjoying couch time she was down in the studio working on new possible choreo for the next song they were in the middle of making.
“You have no leg to stand on for at least a week~” Rumi had teased her as she watched her walk to the elevator.
Her patterned arms folded over the back of the couch, adorned in her most comfortable lounge wear. Mira would've dared to call her expression devilish.
She huffed a laugh at the memory as she hit a few marks from one step to another, comparing in the mirror wall to see which she thought worked best. The working track bumped from the portable speaker on loop to help with her tempo and keep her focused on what felt best too. She could picture phantoms of the other two and how they might look hitting different steps beside her. Where her hands or theirs might fall or how they could accentuate one another. Rumi mentioned wanting to make sure she and Zoey got more focus on the coming album. Mira could definitely deliver. She just needed to work through it.
Work through what?
Nothing.
Just the steps.
She liked getting a head start and with what they'd worked on so far she had the general vibe for where the song would go. She was inspired, it made her fidgety, she needed to get the energy out. The phantom of Rumi led her head into a snap to the left with the brush of her fingers. She reached to the right where phantom Zoey reached back then circled behind her. Their hands never meeting.
They could keep workshopping the song itself when Zoey got back. Or maybe tomorrow. Probably tomorrow. It was late already.
She stopped and slumped in place before rubbing her hands over her face. Threading her fingers expertly behind her glasses to do so while the phantoms faded away.
What am I doing?
Looking for a distraction.
She really couldn't make any comments on Rumi's habits. For like a month.
Past the music she heard the personalized ringtone of her phone coming from her bag. It was about time for a water break anyway. At first she thought it might be Rumi bugging her to come get dinner like a good fearless leader, but when she dug it out from under the towel and hydroflask it was Zoey's name lighting up the screen.
She hit pause on the remote controlling the speaker and took a deep breath before answering in her most laid back voice.
“Hey, Zo. How’s the--?”
“Heeey,” Zoey's chipper voice cut her off. “Uh, can you come get me?”
Chipper wasn't quite the right word. There was something beneath it. Mira was already walking briskly to the studio door.
“Are you still at the theater?” Her voice hardened a bit as she jammed the button to call the elevator. Repeatedly.
Like it would make the machine work faster.
“Oh um… y-nooo?” she meandered her tone before sighing and speaking softly. “I'm around the back… please just come.”
“I'll be there in five,” Mira promised.
Zoey hung up as Mira was stepping into the elevator, leaving her to bounce with impatience from one foot to the other until it reached their home two floors up. She didn't spare a thought for the stuff she'd left in the studio, bolting through the doors the moment they parted and hurrying to her room to change into something just a touch more inconspicuous. Throwing on a canvas jacket over the white collared sleeveless top and jamming the baseball cap over her head on her way out the door.
“Hey what's up? I thought we were just ordering in,” Rumi leaned over the back of the couch to call after her.
“Code: turtleshell.” Mira barked over her shoulder. “Be right back.”
She took the stairs down this time. Putting her hunter training to use to jump flights, swing through railings, and bound off walls until she hit the bottom and rushed through the lobby to the street. The sidewalks of Seoul were awash with evening lights from shops and restaurants. Humming neon signs overhead and pedestrians filing beneath them as she deftly wove her way through while letting her long legs carry her as quickly as possible to the movie theater she knew Zoey would be at.
Finding a cluster of people--many with cameras or cellphones recording--out front crowding the guy Zoey was supposed to be there with gave Mira half an idea what'd happened.
But she would hear it from Zoey.
She circled back around from the clamoring mass to walk the perimeter of the building, adjusting her glasses as she kept a lookout for her bandmate. Her friend. Finally spotting a very small shape tucked up at the top of a set of stairs and against an alley wall. Too familiar to fool her with the bucket hat and comically oversized jacket. She was already taking the steps two at a time until she could lean in on Zoey's level.
“What happened?” She tried to sound softer, but the surge of protective instinct finding her maknae with her knees drawn to her chest gave the question a sharpness out of habit.
Zoey flinched up and quickly tried to brush the tears from her eyes as her wavering voice answered, “H-Haha it's nothing. Wow you really did get here quick. Thanks for--”
Mira knelt on the step just below her, setting a hand on her arm, “We promised we wouldn't downplay stuff anymore… what happened?”
This time she did soften it. And Zoey stammered a moment before more tears filled her eyes.
“He uh,” she sniffled and gave a shrug. “He was kind of just clout chasing… I slipped away when I saw the crowd out front, after he tried to drag me there.” She rubbed her arm awkwardly. “Also pretty sure I annoyed him by talking so much before that.”
Mira made a mental note for revenge later, maybe she could get Bobby to help work something out with the guy's agent. She had an idea for some variety shows that would give her a chance to covertly knock him down a peg or two. For now she sat on the step beside Zoey and put her arm around her to pull her over.
“Jerk. Listening to you talk is a highlight.”
Zoey's energy perked up as she elbowed Mira and laughed. “You're biased.”
“Yeah, and?” Mira barely moved, but nudged her back softer. “He's posing stupid for the cameras out front. We should bail before they come hunting for you next.”
“With this disguise?” Zoey adjusted her hat and smirked. “No worries.”
Mira rolled her eyes and stood up to offer her a hand, “Better not chance it. C'mon.”
Zoey's hand was warm in hers as she pulled her easily to her feet and waited for her to brush herself off. Imagining dipshit idol boy out front fumbling so hard was infuriating to no end, but Mira kept reminding herself to focus on Zoey now and revenge later. All the more necessary with how uncharacteristically quiet she was being as they headed out of the alley to the street. The crowds started growing around them, thankfully too occupied with the nightlife and dark to notice who they were, but Mira didn't want to lose track of her shorter companion.
Without a word she gently nudged her and held her arm out from her side. Without a word Zoey's arms snaked around to hook and hold hers as she stepped closer. They didn't need to say anything. Their paces fell into sync and Mira could relax.
“Uh, Mira,” Zoey whispered her name and a snap of static tickled the back of her brain. “This is the wrong way.”
“I promised Rumi we'd order in, so I figured we could stop and grab that on our way back,” Mira explained. “Is that okay? I can walk you back first if you'd rather.”
“Oh. No, I can go with you,” Zoey agreed easily.
Thankfully she didn't sound bothered. Mira thought she'd like the company and while Rumi could offer that back at the penthouse for an alternative, Mira liked company too. This company especially. They reached the takeout place a few blocks away and ducked inside. The ajumma behind the counter knew them. Really knew them. And so knew to keep it hush when Mira stepped up to order their usual.
“You didn't eat yet did you?” Mira leaned down to ask Zoey.
“No…” Zoey shook her head. “I'll eat.”
She folded her arms on the counter while she waited for Mira to finish and pay. Getting lost in her thoughts to the quiet ambiance of people eating and the smell of delicious food coming and going from the back. Before she could reflect too much on her evening prior she felt Mira's arm around her waist leading her to a side booth to sit down. Coaxing her to slide over to the wall then sitting beside her but leaving her plenty of room.
“It'll be a little,” Mira tapped a quick message to Rumi and set her phone on the table before settling in and giving Zoey her full attention. “So, was the movie at least good? You've been wanting to see it, right?”
“Yeah… I couldn't really focus on it though,” Zoey shrank back in the corner and started fiddling with her hands. “I got distracted when I noticed how bored he was.”
Mira weighed the blow to their PR if she just went back and punched the guy in front of the paparazzi. Surely she could get away with it. There had to be perks to being known as the problem child.
“We'll have to go see it again then,” she kept the comfortable drone to her voice instead, grinning as she expertly remained nonchalant. “The media won't be there all night, maybe we can grab a late showing after dinner--”
“You don't have to do all that,” Zoey held her hands up.
The grin she wore was a tight one. Mira noticed but kept going.
“We want to though,” she shrugged. Like it was nothing. “It's something you enjoy.”
“Really, it's fine. I can stream it later--”
“The tv at the house is great but you'd miss out on the theater experience, right? We don't get to go often. Even if not tonight I bet Bobby could carve a spot in our schedule--”
“Stop…”
“No no really we can definitely--”
“Mira, stop.”
Zoey grabbed Mira's shoulder and pulled down, her voice terse through her teeth as she halted the conversation dead. Because Mira did stop. The rabble of the restaurant around them continued, oblivious to the quiet outburst or the tension still gripping the back of Zoey's neck.
“You guys don't need to do any of that,” she insisted again, quiet and avoiding eye contact.
Mira lifted her head to do a quick sweep of the place, but nobody was focused on them and there was no sign of their food yet. So she hunched down to continue the now hushed conversation.
“Okay… but why? We love doing stuff with you,” she assured her.
“And it's super nice of you…” Zoey let her go and slumped down, folding her arms around the back of her head with her elbows on the table. “But I don't want to get in your way…”
A nettling feeling climbed the back of Mira's neck. The same feeling that made her too charged to lounge around with Rumi. Made her decide to choose dance practice over a chill night with her girlfriend.
“You're not--”
“I figured, since you guys got together, maybe I'd, y'know, put myself out there?” Zoey folded her hands behind her neck as she awkwardly explained herself. “Like, it would be nice to have someone too, and you wouldn't need to worry about me… but it's harder than I thought, haha. I couldn't even handle one date without interrupting you guys to come get me.”
“Zoey…”
“Maybe I'm just not meant for that sort of thing. I know I can be a lot.”
Fuck the PR. If Mira saw that guy again it was on sight. A real takedown the likes of which even the Saja Boys couldn’t imagine.
“Okay, first of all, you didn't interrupt anything,” Mira began, leaning her arm on the table to try and get in Zoey's line of sight. “I was working in the studio and we hadn't even ordered dinner yet.”
When Zoey looked up at her in confusion she rolled her eyes and wiggled two fingers at her.
“Second, we'll always worry about you. You clearly haven't stopped worrying about us just because we're dating. Rumi worries about me and you 24/7, trust me.”
Her phone buzzed on the table like a punctuation that was planned ahead of time and she nodded her head at it.
“Nine chances in ten that's her right now,” she scoffed. “We care about you, and we love listening to you talk about the things you like. You are never too much or a bother to us.”
Zoey fought back the urge to cry the whole time Mira was talking, finally cracking a sad little laugh and shaking her head.
“Did you hit the studio because you were worried?” She asked.
Mira's turn to avoid eye contact, for a moment at least before she settled her casual demeanor to shrug, “I mean… yeah.”
“Thanks…” Zoey didn't tease her about it. “You guys would watch the movie with me?”
Mira put an arm around her shoulders to squeeze her into a hug. “We're so down. Anytime.”
Zoey's hand reached up to her shoulder, grabbing a hold of her jacket.
“What if it's boring?”
“Even better.”
They needed something boring to balance out the excitement of idol work and demon hunting.
“Not at the theater though,” Zoey sniffled. “Our couch is more comfortable.”
“The hottest ticket in town for a reason.” Mira nodded.
“Order up!”
The ajumma set an expertly packed take away bag on their table with a smile. Mira turned to her just enough while keeping Zoey hidden and smiled politely.
“Thank you. Sorry for taking the table.”
“Hey no issue for our favorite customers,” the woman laughed. “Enjoy.”
Bless her for not commenting as Zoey sat back and dried her eyes so Mira could get up. Following when her unnie picked up the bag to leave, she soon had her hands around Mira's arm again as they hit the street to head back. What a bittersweet end to her failure of a night.
I think I'll swear off dating for a while, she thought, matching her pace again with Mira's. Or did Mira slow down to match with hers? Just because they're dating doesn't mean I have to. I don't want to worry them more.
Sure it was a little lonely, seeing them flirting and close around the apartment… Zoey could get over the third wheel envy and find a real date at her own pace. Just knowing they still cared about her was amazing. They were the best…
What better friends could she hope for?
“Watch your step.”
Mira warned her as they crossed the street to their corner, lifting her arm to encourage Zoey to mind the curb. She'd spaced out again between locations. Thankfully Mira always paid attention. To everything.
She let go of Mira's arm to get the door for her, then skipped to get ahead of her to push the button for the elevator. When they got on Mira set the bag of food down and tapped the button for their floor. The doors closed, leaving them alone with the soft music rattling from the ceiling mounted speakers. Zoey leaned back against the wall facing the doors and chuckled. Finally relaxing out of her post disastrous date funk.
“You make a way better boyfriend, Mir,” she joked.
It felt like all of the air was sucked from the small metal box slowly rising through the building. Even the music seemed to quiet and crackle from the speakers as Mira stood straighter, whipping around to look at her. Zoey was beginning to worry it wasn't a very good joke. Thinking about it again she really started to think it was, in fact, a very dumb joke.
“I just mean, because you're so thoughtful, and attentive! Y'know?” Her face started heating up under the scrutinizing gaze as Mira turned fully around to her. “R-Rumi's really lucky! I'd be lucky to find a partner even half as--”
Mira's arm suddenly braced the wall above her shoulder, with her other hand coming to Zoey's chin so her head would tip up. Forcing her not to avoid eye contact this time, though Mira's glasses gave a distracting glimpse of the shock on her own face reflected back at her.
“I'd rather be your girlfriend.”
“Hm?!” Zoey barely managed the sound before she had Mira's lips on her own.
Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa, what?! Zoey grabbed Mira's waist as she tried to phase back through the solid metal elevator wall. It certainly felt like her heart had already blasted its way through it and left her for dead… and honestly?
What a way to go.
Mira's hand traced along her jaw to her shoulder, her thumb brushing just under her ear on the way there. It sent a snap of energy down to Zoey's stomach, boiling up to warm her chest. The longer their lips moved together the more Zoey felt herself relaxing. Her expression slowly lost the surprise to drift into a daze as her hands drew Mira in.
She smiled.
Mira smiled.
The elevator dinged to signal their floor and Zoey reacted like it was actually the starting bell for a race. One she fully intended to win.
As soon as the doors opened Zoey pushed off the wall to guide Mira backwards into the apartment. They ricocheted off either side of the entryway, pausing to pin one another back a few moments before they kept moving. Hats knocked off in the chaos. She giggled when Mira grabbed her hair on her turn, Mira groaned into her mouth when she yanked her canvas jacket down her arms and shoved her across the hall to take over. They hit the open area of the den and staggered around a few steps. Mira's arms came around Zoey's waist to lift her nearly off the floor while Zoey's came around her neck to pull her down.
She would not be deterred by the height difference.
Then a sudden gasp and separation as Mira's foot missed one of the two steps of the sunken half of the room. Zoey tried to catch her but Mira hit the back of the couch and went over backwards, dragging her along. Zoey grabbed the back of Mira's head and threw her other hand out to catch the coffee table, making sure neither of them landed wrong. Frozen in such an odd position they waited for their highly trained muscles to release the tension. A snort of amusement from Mira set them both off laughing.
“Nice catch,” her unnie said with that usual tone that could be mistaken for sarcasm.
“Thanks.”
Their eyes met again and Mira kicked against the back of the couch to spin them so they were comfortably laying long ways. Zoey settled her knees to either side of Mira's hips and her hands went right for the buttons of her shirt as their lips crashed back together.
This had to be a dream. Zoey had fallen asleep in the theater and this was what she'd dreamed of. That was its own crazy thing to worry about, but there couldn't be another explanation for this. For Mira to be pushing her jacket off her shoulders to fold her arms around them. For Zoey to get her hands in Mira's shirt to grab her chest and have Mira lifting her hips up against her in encouragement to continue. This was the sort of thing only Zoey and her overactive imagination could dream up, especially after being subjected to week after frustrating week watching Mira and Rumi…
Zoey gasped and pushed back from Mira to stare down at her in utter terror.
“What about Rumi?!” She asked.
“Yes. What about Rumi?”
Zoey's head snapped to her left to find their leader standing behind the couch. She lifted the bag of takeaway with a raised eyebrow.
“I was wondering why this was left in the elevator.” she swung it gently from two fingers and glanced between them. “Imagine my surprise coming back from a snack run to find dinner just sitting there--”
“Rumi I--” Zoey sat back and started gesturing frantically with her hands.
Traitorous hands that had just been feeling up her friend's girlfriend… who was also supposed to be just her friend!
“--then bringing it into the apartment to find my two favorite people making out on the couch.”
“Ru--” Mira started to speak up.
“Oh my god Rumi I'm so sorry!” Zoey wailed. “It was totally my fault, please don't--!”
Mira sat up and put a hand over her mouth, her own expression terse and disapproving.
“Nuh uh, do not lie,” She looked over at Rumi and her expression relaxed. “I started it.”
Rumi nodded. Zoey struggled with Mira's arm, tearing up as she pulled away to throw herself half over the back of the couch. At Rumi's mercy.
“Rumi, I'm so sorry please don't be upset. It's all because I made a dumb joke.”
“Why wouldn't I be upset?”
Before Zoey could continue to plead her case she had a bout of deja vu as Rumi's hand came up under her chin to guide her into a kiss. And just as before she kept shock still, but Rumi pulled away quicker than Mira had. Flashing an innocent smile like she hadn't given Zoey like four heart attacks in under a minute.
“I feel left out~”
A pause.
“Just don't forget to at least bring it off the elevator first next time.”
Mira leaned her arm on the back of the couch and looked between them, focusing on Zoey who still hadn't moved, hadn't blinked…
“Zo!” Mira grabbed her arm and gave her a shake. “Breathe.”
“T-too much?” Rumi started fretting.
“I think you broke her… Impressive.”
“I was just…” Rumi grabbed either side of Zoey's face. “Zoey! I'm sorry, I'm not mad, you're fine.”
“... am I,” Zoey finally came back into focus and gave Rumi a dopey grin.
“Pft,” Mira took her glasses off to clean and straighten them. “Okay, lovergirl. Don't scare us like that.”
“To be fair I scared her first,” Rumi dropped to her knees and hugged Zoey in her relief. “It was just dinner…”
“I think it was more the you-catching-us-making-out part she was worried about,” Mira pointed out.
“I… I mean a little jealous yeah, but I assumed you had just explained?” Rumi deflated at the thought. “Guess I made an ass of myself instead. I'm so sorry, Zoey.”
“It was a bit more spur of the moment,” Mira leaned over to give them each a kiss on the cheek. “My fault, I should've said more.”
Soft. In an obvious way for her, like she barely had to think about it.
“So wait…” Zoey rested her arms casually around Rumi and looked over at Mira. “You both… I could've just dated you two? Why did I even bother?!”
Mira shrugged. “We didn't wanna push.”
“And you seemed excited about the date,” Rumi sat back and lifted the plastic bag from the convenience store. “Mira gave me the heads up it might not have gone well, so I went and bought out all your favorite shrimp chips.”
“He acted bored and made her cry,” Mira narrowed her eyes and started conspiring with Rumi. “And tried to drag her out front to this swarm of cameras. I saw him posing when I got there.”
“What?! That jerk! I'm telling Bobby to book us on Play Games With Us with him for a collab,” Rumi reacted exactly how Mira knew she would. “You can kick his ass at that hot sauce drinking challenge. Maybe we can get him down the slide too.”
“I love you so much,” Mira sighed.
“You guys… don't really have to do all that,” Zoey squeezed Rumi tighter. “I'm over it.”
How could anyone expect her to dwell on a failed date when new developments made her forget all about it. Mira wrapped them both in a hug, resting her head on top of Zoey's and grinning when it got a giggle out of her.
“Yeah, but we're not,” she said.
“He thinks he can show our girl a bad time and get away with it, he's got another thing coming,” Rumi peppered Zoey with kisses, getting more laughter. “Although… if he hadn't, we might not be here.”
“Whooooa no no no. He gets no credit. I pulled that pin,” Mira scoffed.
“You would've kissed me if the date hadn't sucked?”
Mira paused to think about it, then gave a rumbling laugh and nodded.
“Well yeah… I am a better boyfriend~”
Rumi tilted her head and raised a confused eyebrow as Zoey started laughing along. Must've been an inside joke. She leaned back to stand and suddenly had Zoey clinging to her like an overly affectionate koala.
“Zoey… do you not want dinner?” She chuckled.
“No, this is good,” Zoey pulled herself up to get comfortable with her legs wrapped around Rumi's waist.
“... seriously?” Rumi staggered a little.
“Hey, you scared the shit outta me, I deserve this,” Zoey buried her face in Rumi's neck.
Then got a devious little idea for revenge.
“Zoey, I'm hun--” Rumi's voice died when she felt lips brush up the length of her skin. “--gry…”
“Mhm.” Zoey hummed.
Mira's fond if belabored sigh enveloped them as she took the shopping bag from Rumi's hand and gathered up their takeout.
“You guys get seven minutes in heaven before I eat your dinner.”
Rumi turned to watch her sashay across the livingroom--shirt still entirely open--to the kitchen with their food. The thought of how unfairly hot she was barely had time to register before Zoey's lips pulled at the space below her ear at the back of her jaw. Rumi's legs buckled a second in surprise, hand finding the back of the couch as her other arm came protectively around the back of Zoey's waist to keep from dropping her.
As if she was even in danger considering how tightly she was attached.
“Z-Zoey…”
“Mmhmm~”
The lilt in her hum of acknowledgement as she tugged Rumi around by the hoodie was criminal. Leaning further until Zoey's butt hit the back of the couch and she felt comfortable holding Rumi still just with her legs as she looked up and had her full focus. Just as planned. She grinned. It wasn't even fair.
Rumi felt her legs unhook as she kicked her shoes off behind her, then with a quick shift Rumi didn't have time to register or react to Zoey dropped all her weight backwards, gripping the collar of Rumi's hoodie and forcing her to counter the weight on instinct.
“Uh… Zoey?”
“Careful,” Mira's amused voice carried from the kitchen. “She bites.”
Before Rumi could do literally anything else or think on that Zoey swung her legs up to hook behind her again. Higher, pulling her off balance over the back of the couch and twisting them both mid-fall to pin her down. Manevours she'd seen Zoey use on demons hundreds of times before, now betraying her and being kind of unfairly hot while doing so.
Her patterns flared a soft pink Zoey couldn't have avoided noticing, and the growing smirk just confirmed it.
“Don't--” Rumi warned.
“I didn't say anything,” Zoey held her hands up defensively.
Only for a moment before they went back to Rumi. Brushing the back of her fingers along her collar to hold her shoulder as she dropped her lips back to the side of her neck where she'd left off. Her other hand blindly navigated her waist to slip under her hoodie then tshirt. Satisfied to have Rumi grab her shirt and take a shuddering breath.
“... hokay,” she murmured, the surprise carrying with some humor. “Please don't actually bite though.”
“No promises.”
None whatsoever, considering Rumi felt her teeth gently test at her skin a second later. Her hands twisted the fabric of her shirt and fumbled up to hold Zoey's shoulders, but didn't actually stop her.
“Ah! Zoey!” She smiled, massaging her fingers around the back of her neck. “Seriously? What's the rush? There'll be time after dinner you know.”
“Mhm, I have ideas for after dinner,” Zoey pushed up to give her a beaming smile. “But I have to make up for lost time.”
“... lost… how long?”
Rumi got the drift. She let her fingers ghost over Zoey's face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Mmm, dunno… buuuut can't say I haven't imagined something like this,” Zoey admitted quietly, still slowly moving. “Once or twice… or more.”
Zoey never was one to sit still, but Rumi was used to that meaning fast or explosive. Not slow swaying and constantly wandering hands.
“Four minutes,” Mira warned.
“Alright, first things first,” Zoey shook off the retrospection and took the bottom of Rumi's hoodie in both hands. “Lose this.”
Rumi sat herself up and reached her arms over Zoey's shoulders as she felt her hoodie quickly lifted over her head. It vanished over the side of the couch but before Zoey could retake the lead Rumi grabbed her face and kissed her. Zoey sighed against her lips as she melted into the slow warmth that built between them. Different from kissing Mira, but equally exciting. She repositioned in steps, tilting her head or tracing her fingers along Rumi's arm. The simple touch drew more light from her patterns that Zoey took note of when peeking to make sure this was still actually real. And it only made her more eager to please.
It took barely any encouragement at that point to have Rumi lay back again, her hands digging into Zoey's hair and mussing her space buns loose. It was hard to move carefully when Zoey's hands were already halfway up her shirt. And would likely have been moving further by now had Mira not introduced herself as a third challenger to the exchange.
Her arms came around Zoey's waist as she draped herself against her back and settled her chin over Zoey's shoulder. Turning to kiss Rumi's arm.
“Ate our dinner that fast…?” Zoey broke away to ask breathlessly.
Mira hummed and traced her hand up her chest to bring her back at attention, turning her head so she could kiss her instead.
“Fortunately for you both, this was more appealing,” she said once she broke away. Watching Rumi sit up and pout at her. “But we should really eat it before it gets cold.”
“... no way that was seven minutes,” Rumi grumbled.
“You wasted too much of it talking,” Mira smirked. “Now c'mon.”
She weighed Zoey's shoulder down as she leaned over to kiss Rumi too. Then pulled Zoey off the couch with one arm around her waist and offered her other to help Rumi stand.
“We can continue after but I won't stand for wasting food.”
“If you plan to keep your shirt undone the whole meal we might not make it,” Zoey teased as she let herself be toted towards the kitchen.
“I'm not fixing it,” Mira huffed, setting her down at the table which was already set for them. “You'll just have to deal with it until the food is gone.”
Now that was going to be the most difficult event of the night for Zoey and Rumi. But there were worse problems to have.