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(during the hiatus post movie)
Zoey grinned as she jumped out of her bed, she glanced out the window and took in the sight of the California coast line. It's good to be back.
She hummed happily to herself as she walked to the living room of their vacation house, which was empty. At their home in Seoul, Zoey waking up first while the other two slept in would have been unheard of. However the maknae was usually the least affected by jet lag when they traveled. She credited her ADHD and late night gaming sessions for the horrid sleep schedule that left her well adjusted for the sixteen hour time difference that by the end of their visit will have reset hard enough that she wouldn't have any issues when they returned to Seoul.
Since their hiatus had been extended longer than normal thanks to some well timed planning with Bobby and some pointed comments to Celine. (Thank you, Mira) They had six months to relax, adjust to their more open dynamic and most importantly have fun. It also happened that because of the length of this hiatus and their current location, Zoey was allowed to indulge in one of the few things she couldn't do in Seoul.
MannyR.(myfavPendejo): Yo Z, got everything you wanted from the dispensary.
ZoeyTP. (Mocosa): Thanks, Is that Taco truck we used to hit up after school still around?
myfavPendejo: Juan Carlos’s? Shit you're gonna get tacos without your favorite cousin? 🥺😭 That's cruel, Z.
Mocosa: This is karma for all those snaps you send me getting In and Out, although I literally just got here the other day. And my bandmates are here so I need to warn them. 😝
myfavPendejo: If they're the ones you take photos with 😍
Mocosa: You even try to hit on them I'll gut you like a fish ❤️
myfavPendejo: I'm just fucking with you. Btw you ever tell them that you're absolutely in love with them?!
Mocosa: Shut up! Look, we've been through a lot the past few months. I haven't really had the time.
myfavPendejo: Bitch you're an international pop star and you still don't have the cojones to tell them how you feel?!
Mocosa: They're important to me, I don't want to mess things up by asking too much.
myfavPendejo: Z, I say this with all the love in my heart, you cannot be this famous and still be this much of a loser.
Mocosa: You know I can cancel the Venmo payment for the stuff right?
myfavPendejo: Bitch! I hit my max amount I can buy this month cause of you! And that's with my med card!
Mocosa: I’d feel bad if Tío Miguel didn't have a fucking greenhouse.
myfavPendejo: Hey! He's not as generous as he used to be.
Mocosa: Yeah cause you tried to sell some of his supply to the seniors in high school.
myfavPendejo: That was one time!
Mocosa: 🤨
myfavPendejo: That he knows of. Besides I don't wanna go over there, he's just gonna complain about my Mama and her great betrayal.
Mocosa: Ugh what are they fighting about now?
myfavPendejo: She watched the last episode of drag race without him.
Mocosa: DIDN'T THAT END A MONTH AGO?
myfavPendejo: Yes but he was very busy at the Salon and couldn't make their schedules work. They're probably going to be irritated at each other for another few days.
Mocosa: Well at least it isn't as bad as the great Mama Mia 2 incident of ‘18
myfavPendejo: Yeah Papí and Uncle Jackson hid at the Buffalo Wild wings for a week. They lived off hot wings and that big pretzel.
Mocosa: At least they had each other, and the comfort of knowing both twins were crazy.
myfavPendejo: They are the drama ✨ Anyways, I should be arriving in ten~ Thanks for the Uber black btw.
Mocosa: Only the best for my favorite cousin.
“Zeezee!”
“Manny!”
The tall young man laughed as he pulled his cousin into a hug, “So you gonna hang out with me sometime or are you gonna spend your whole trip here pining like you do at home?”
“We can do brunch tomorrow?”
“Are you going to bring the girls so I can actually get to know the women you've been hopelessly in love with for almost six years now or are we gonna keep having near misses.” He huffed as he crossed his arms.
“That depends, are you actually going to behave or are you going to interrogate them?”
“One time and I'm branded for life.”
“It was three times.”She countered, crossing her arms.
“Okay your middle school boyfriend doesn't count. You were twelve. Kimmi doesn't count because she was bitch and I helped you dodge a fucking bullet.”
“In my defense I didn't know she did cocaine.”
“She was a nineteen year old super senior dating a freshman.”
“She was a big tittie punk girl and this was the first time a pretty girl actually paid attention to me.” Zoey defended.
“I am sorry about Min-joon though he did not deserve the integration.” Manny admitted, “However, I'm pretty sure you only dated him because he was the first person your mom actually approved of. He was also hella boring.”
“Yeah...... also apparently the lady at the nail salon who set us up wasn't his aunt, it was his mom. So honestly another bullet dodged.”
“Oooooooo yeah that's how you get a monster in law for real.” He cringed, “Sooo anyways do I get to meet the two loves of your life or no?”
“Well when you phrase it like that, no.”
He shook his head, “You have your own fan club, people buy T-shirts with your face on it, and you have your own private jet. Do you know the people I'd hit on if I was that famous? Shit I'd call Beyonce and Ryan Reynolds for a threeway if I was as famous as you.”
She rolled her eyes, “Okay this isn't a hook up thing and these aren't just some random celebrity they're my best friends and bandmates.”
“And?”
“And?! I don't wanna fuck that up, pendejo!” She grumbled, “We live together for christ sake.”
“You've lived with them for five years and they're your best friends and you co-own a home. Your not throuple is more stable than most marriages. Also I've seen the clips from your concerts and fan signs. There's a reason polytr/x is the top ship for Huntr/x on AO3. Also didn't you say that y'all had some big revelation or some shit? That you were closer and more honest than ever?”
“Yes and we deserve a chance to settle and chill after that giant cluster fuck.”
Manny sighed, “Fine. But please, just tell them some time.”
“You don't get on me about telling our extended family about how famous I am.”
“Yeah because you deserve a place to be normal and also it's really funny.”
“You told them I lived in a van!”
“Is a tour bus not just a fancy van?”
“We don't live in it.”
“You do when you're touring.”
She groaned, “You’re stupid.”
“Well we are related.” He grinned, “But please can you at least actually introduce me sometime? I promise I'll be on my best behavior.”
“Well they survived my dad frozen in shock trying not to lose his shit meeting Celine.”
“Who'd have thought Latino Shaq would be such a fangirl.”
“Shut up.” She lightly punched him in the arm.
“Rude. Don’t you know that hitting a bi man during pride month is a hate crime.”
“I'm pan.”
“And you want to add to the pan versus bi drama?” He threw his hand over his face dramatically.
“Pendejo.” She grumbled.
“Mocosa.” He grinned watching her glare at him, “But seriously it's great to see you again. We should hang out, hit up the skate park. Just chill.”
She smiled and pulled him in for another hug, “Definitely. But I need to put this shit inside and then get snacks because I need the peanut butter Oreos.”
“Pffffffffffffft, Alright. Can I at least bum a ride off you?”
“Duh just give me a sec. Can you put the cooler and that insulated bag you stole from when you worked at dominos and throw those in the back?”
“Can do!” He moved to the garage quickly finding the beat up Coleman cooler and the Domino's pizza bag throwing them both in the pack of the rental car. All the money in the world and she rented a fucking Corolla.
Zoey opened the bag, grabbing the drinks and popping them in the fridge. She left the rest of the stuff in the big reusable Aldi bag. Thank you, Manny for realizing that it wasn't all gonna fit in those tiny dispensary bags. She'd requested he throw the paper bags away before he brought them there. While they were on Hiatus they were free from most of the responsibilities and their status gave them more freedom from the worst of the industry. However even they occasionally got scolded by the hire ups for things, weed was definitely one. She and Mira remembered the long lecture from Celine they'd been given once they were officially chosen for Huntr/x. Don't date anyone publicly, always use protection, and don't do drugs as even weed could damage their image. The irony of the last one wasn't lost on them from the former party girl maknae.
They, of course, cared significantly less now as they were the top of the charts in the world of Kpop and with the new honmoon being stronger than ever, and Rumi finally allowed to be herself. They could chill a bit more. However she also knew that if she was seen with weed that it would be a nightmare for Bobby and she didn't want to ruin his break either.
She grabbed the fob for the rental car and her bag as she went out to the garage, “Alright let's hit the road!”
Rumi yawned as she rolled over in her bed. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand.
Zoey💙: Went to get more snacks. Be back soon!
sent: one hour ago
Well considering she had a whole notebook of snacks she wanted us to try, she's gonna be gone for a while. Rumi thought groggily as she walked into the kitchen. She immediately poured herself a cup of coffee, adding her favorite creamer. Breakfast? What to have for breakfa- huh. She spotted the large Aldi bag in the middle of the island. Huh she must have dropped some stuff off. She pulled the bag toward her looking over it. Oh sweet she got muffins. She grabbed two of the large wrapped muffins and plopped down on one of the stools. She unwrapped the double chocolate chip one, munching on it as she scrolled on her phone. Huh this muffin has a weird aftertaste. Shit was this some of the stuff we left in the cabinets from the last time we were here? I mean they don't have any mold or anything on them? Meh. Probably just some weird American shit.
She finishes the chocolate muffin and moves onto the banana which also had a weird aftertaste, just way less bad. She shrugged, Definitely some sort of American shit. Rumi scrolled through her phone for a bit more, answered a few emails and then opened her docs app.
After some pressure from her best friends and a newly caught up Bobby, she'd started journalling her thoughts and emotions. Bobby would help find her a therapist after they returned from the states.
Dear Diary,
Today is the first day all three of us have been at Zoey's place in Burbank in a year? two years? She usually goes by herself, we have stayed here, and at Mira’s place in New York during tours as a break from hotels and the bus.
Zoey hasn't actually introduced us to many of her family members in the states. Which is odd because we've met her family in Korea, granted she's not very close with her mom and sister. I know she's close with her family here which is why it's confusing she's only ever introduced us to her dad. He is .....odd. He isn't mean but he isn't exactly the friendliest person. I think she said something about us doing dinner with him sometime this week.
Rumi smiled as she heard a groan as a tall slender figure walked in wrapped in a blanket. “Good.” Rumi glanced at the time, “noon, Mira.”
“Ugh I don't know how Zoey avoids jetlag.” She groaned from under her blanket. “Coffee?”
“She has a terrible sleep schedule, that's how.” Rumi snorted as she went to pour Mira’s coffee.
“Is Zoey back or is this the result of a pre snack run snack run?” Mira squinted at the bag, her glasses nowhere in sight.
“Probably. I'm honestly shocked we haven't heard anything on social media about her being spotted nearby.”
“She's in her natural habitat. She blends in.” Mira shrugged before taking a big sip of coffee and heading toward the couch. She grabbed the remote for the tv and put on a K drama they'd seen a million times. Rumi grabbed her own mug, joining her on the couch.
They said in a comfortable silence as Mira scrolled on her phone, waiting for her brain to kick on. Rumi, Zoey, Bobby and Celine all knew what they had dubbed the Mira rule, she needed at least an hour with her coffee to actually function. While you could talk to her beforehand the odds of her retaining it or understanding it weren't high. It could also lead to the infamous grumpy Morning Mira who would snap almost immediately at anyone who breathed too loud. So for her own safety they spent their ‘morning’ in silence.
Zoey tapped her hands against the handle of her absurdly full cart. She was bopping her head to the music blasting in her earbuds. Let's see, I got the spicy nacho Doritos, sweet chili heat Doritos, blue Fuego takis, zapps voodoo heat and cajun crawtator, Kettle brand honey Dijon, Herr’ jalapeno cheese curls, exxtra flamin hot cheetos. Double stuff oreos, peanut butter Oreos, s'mores pop tarts, little Debbie's oatmeal creampies, little Debbie peanut butter creampies, moonpies, clovehill honey buns, nutter butters, stuff for actual smores and stuff to make texas sheet cake, stuff for puppy chow, stuff for monster cookies and stuff for my pawpa’s banana puddin, stuff for abuelita’s tostones, horchata, tembleque and arroz con leche. Now there's a Mexican grocery store that sells poblano and cheese tamales, I'll hit up Juan Carlos’, pick up my order from In n Out, the blue bell ice cream I ordered is already in the freezer. I'm gonna be fat, happy and stoned outta my mind.
Her music stopped as she saw an incoming call, “Hola Papi.”
“Hola mija! When did you want to have dinner again?”
“You and me can get dinner together tomorrow if you want. I'd give the other two a few days “
“Mon cher, be honest with your Papí, do they like me?”
Zoey sighed, “Pops they're not like Eomma’s parents. They aren't going to talk shit about you in front of your face in Korea, thinking you won't understand.”
“I know..... I just don't wanna put my foot in my mouth. I know how important they are to you. I'm a mechanic, they're high class Gangnam district ladies. Your Mama's family wasn't even close to that and they still thought I was something you wash off your shoe.”
“Well considering the only times I've ever seen you quiet is when I introduced you to them and Celine. I really don't think they know you well enough to think anything of you. Also they wouldn't think less of you for not being as well off, Mira fucking hates her parents and Rumi grew up on Jeju with horses and chickens. I think you'll be okay.”
“So have you told them how you feel?”.
“WHAT, who fuckin told you?!” She sputtered, “I'll kill Manny myself if he-”
“Mija, no one told me shit, I have eyes. I've seen your concerts. I've seen all your interviews. I'm a little slow but even I'm not that oblivious.”
“Uggh, why does everyone know?!”
“Well according to the text your uncle Jackson sent me ‘Baby girl, Hellen Keller knows you're in love with them, and she's blind, deaf and dead.’”
“Tell him that he's not allowed to use my pool and the next time he wants to see a show he's getting a spot in the nosebleeds with a support beam in front of it.”
“Damn, mija.” He snorted, “Pulling out the big guns. Anyways you should just tell them. They love you a lot already, is it really that hard to imagine that they could love you back?”
“Dad, I have lived with them for five years. Don't you think I'd notice if they were in love with me?”
“Mija, didn't you just tell me about some big conversation y'all had because of some secret Rumi kept from you both literally the entire time you lived together?”
“That was completely unrelated.” She grumbled, “Also I'd like for them to actually get to know you. I promise they're not going to judge you. Maybe we could have a game night and order some pizza or something?”
“Alright. We can do that. But please no catan, monopoly or risk. I know how those games end.”
“ooo yeah.... not great for making friends. Just bring whatever game you like, worst case scenario we can play cards against humanity.” Zoey scanned through her list, “By the way is Abuelita's horchata recipe half rice half sesame seeds? Or was it like a different ratio? I know she wanted to make it so it incorporated both her mamá’s Puerto Rican and Mexican heritage.
“Half and half but if you truly want to make it like your abuelita’s then you add a splash of Bailey's irish cream.”
“That's why mine always tasted off. Wait, you let me have that as a child?!”
“4 ounces that were simmered out of a quarter wasn't going to hurt you. Now the shit we mixed with Jameson and Sazerac? That'd have killed you.” He snorted, “You know Abuelita loves blending our heritage in food and drinks.”
“With that logic I'm shocked she didn't start adding rum to the horchata.”
“Not the kind we gave to the children. We did however invent the aqua fresca daiquiri.”
She snorted, “Dad, those definitely existed before Pawpa was stoned and left alone with a blender.”
“Not with Bailey's Irish cream added.”
“Shocked he didn't add Gruncle Henri’s moonshine.”
“For legal reasons including the fact he sells it to his parish hospital as a disinfectant, I think that would end poorly.”
“Ah the joys of the American healthcare system where rural hospitals get no funding and have to get creative.” Zoey grimaced, “Although that stuff will kill pretty much anything.”
“Except his liver apparently. Anyways Mija, let me know what day works for you. Mwen renmen ou, te quireo.”
“Love you too Pops.” Zoey hummed, “Well it wouldn't hurt to get some Bailey's...and I'm pretty sure we have a vita mix so I could make daiquiris....” She turned her cart toward the booze aisle as she returned to her music.
Mira finished her coffee finally feeling human again instead of a jetlagged corpse. She stood humming as she made her way to the kitchen and decided to paw through the Aldi bag for snacks. Lets see what Zoey got, ooh dark chocolate with salted caramel and chilies? This is fancier than the junk she normally gets- Wait THC? And why the fuck is it so hard to open? She pulled out her phone and quickly googled THC. Oh fuck these are edibles, fuck I forgot weed is legal here. Shit i haven't gotten blazed since boarding school- Wait. “Rumi?” Mira called from the kitchen.
“Yeah?”
“Did you eat anything from the bag on the kitchen counter?”
“Yeah I had a couple of muffins. Although I'd recommend something else they had a weird aftertaste.”
“You had two?” Mira bit her lip trying to figure out if she should laugh or panic. Then immediately went to the trashcan to grab the packaging. 100 mg THC per muffin. Don't panic yet. Just google. Let's see, let's see. The recommended amount for beginners is 2.5 to 5 mg. Edibles can take one to two hours to kick in and are stronger than normal weed. Fuck. “Rumi?”
“Yeah?” She responded, her voice sounding closer.
Mira turned to see her standing in the doorway with her coffee mug in one hand and her phone in the other. “How long ago did you eat those muffins?”
“I don't know? Like half an hour? hour?” She raised an eyebrow skeptically.
“You wouldn't happen to know how to make yourself throw up, would you?” Mira asked with a nerve smile.
“Why.... and why are you making that face? Mira, you're scaring me.”
“Okay but don't panic.”
“Don't panic?!”
“I just said not to!”
“WHEN HAS SAYING DON'T PANIC EVER PREVENTED PANIC?!” Rumi snapped then took a deep breath, “Sorry. Sorry. Just what's going on?’
“Soo those muffins you ate.” She held up one of the wrappers she'd fished out of the trash and pointed at the THC printed on the front, “Are edibles.”
“Why do I need to throw up if they're edible?”
“No, not edible, edibles. They had weed in them. Like cannabis? Marijuana?”
Rumi immediately paled as she proceeded, “WHAT?! THEY'RE DRUG MUFFINS?! I ATE DRUG MUFFINS?! WHY THE FUCK DID ZOEY BRING DRUGS INTO OUR HOUSE?!”
“Okay, this is her house technically. It's legal here and like we are on hiatus. Also they're labeled. Why the fuck did you think it had a pot leaf on it?!”
“I thought it was some organic non GMO vegan thing that Zoey impulse bought at that Joe's store!”
“Just go try to throw up.”
“How?! I don't have a gag reflex, remember?!” Rumi immediately began pacing, “I can't believe I did drugs. Am I going to go to jail? The suits will kill us if they find out and Celine-”
“Rumi, Rumi, Rumi.” Mira grabbed her shoulders, “It's okay. It's legal in California. Weed only stays in your system for a month and none of us are even talking to Celine at the moment. No one is gonna get you in trouble. No one is mad at you. You're going to be okay. Look I've done weed before so I'll help you through it.”
“You've done drugs?!” Rumi looked at Mira with a horror that could only come from an overly sheltered homeschooler.
“Rumi, I smoked weed, not crack. Calm down.” She sighed as she pulled up the phone and hit the call button. Zoey I swear to God if you don't answer this fucking phone.
“Hey it's Zoey! I'm busy right now! Please leave a message!” Mira hung up the phone and immediately redialed, “Rumi, go sit on the couch while I call our maknae.”
Rumi sat down, staring at the tv blankly. Am I high? I don't feel any different? I mean they say you'll know but I've never been high before so maybe I won't? I mean it can't be that strong? Right? Her ears perked slightly as she saw an irritated Mira walk in holding a soda. “No luck?”
“Nope.” She popped the top of the can before taking a long sip. “Huh, not bad for a weed soda.”
“WAIT, WHY ARE YOU DRINKING A WEED SODA?!”
“Listen, you had 200 mg of THC and I've never had that much. But it takes like two hours for edibles which you ate like an hourish ago and these take 30 minutes to hit so I'm catching up. This way we can ride the dragon together.”
“You just wanna get stoned, don't you?”
“Now once I chug this shot and I'll be on the same level. Don't worry you're in good hands!”
“Mira this is dumb, this is a dumb plan.” Rumi grumbled, “This does nothing to help me.”
“This is the best plan.” Mira smiled before chugging the rest of the soda before opening a small shot with her teeth, “Trust me. I’ll coach you through it.” She threw it back, “ugh okay that was nasty. But anything for you, Rumi!,
“This is not for me, this could not be any less for me and the more you say it the less I believe you.”
“Listen, we got this. We fought demons, performed for millions around the world, we can handle some edibles.”
“Okay, but how do I know when they hit?”
Mira patted her back gently, “Trust me. You're gonna know.”
“Guys! I'm back!” Zoey cheered, “And I got snacks!” She walked into the kitchen holding an absurd amount of grocery bags and take out bags. “Guys?” She set the bags on the counter next to the bag of edibles. That's weird, I thought they'd be up by now. Meh. Anyways I'll put away the shit and get the air fryer plugged in. She popped her earbuds in as she put stuff away, dancing to the beat as she did. Gonna put this in the fridge- wait. Why is my 100 mg weed cola gone?! And why is one of my 100 mg weed shots gone?! Zoey doubled her speed in putting stuff away before she immediately walked into the living room.
“Zoey?” Mira asked weakly, her arms wrapped around a large plush fox that she was currently resting her head on. She had a weighted blanket wrapped around her shoulders with a throw over her head making her look like an old Russian lady. Her face matched one of a child sitting in the security office at a department store after getting separated from their mom. “Is it really you? After all these years?”
“Yes, Mira. It's me. And it's been three hours?”.Zoey bit her lip as she desperately tried not to laugh, “Wanna tell me what happened?”
“It's hard to remember it was so long ago.” She said wistfully, “Rumi ate some muffins that had drugs in them and so I nobly volunteered to coach her through it.”
“She did what now?” Zoey immediately bolted as she dug through her bag of edibles, “Fuck. Two. whole. muffins. Fuck. shit. Wait. I didn't see Rumi.” She immediately bolted back into the living room.
“Zoey? Is it really you?” Mira sniffled with an express that looked like it belonged to a woman who'd lost her love in a war rather than a stoned idiot.
“Yes. Mimi. It's me.” She rolled her eyes, “Where's Rumi?”
Mira looked down, her already pathetic expression looking even sadder as she let out a deep sigh, “I lost her long ago.”
Zoey felt her entire body panic. Fuck. Okay Rumi couldn't have gotten that far right? Wait, she can teleport now! Did she teleport?! What if she tried to teleport home?!! Can she do that?- A loud snore cut through her internal screaming as the maknae glanced at the large Rumi shaped lump under one of the big blankets on the sofa. Oh thank god, if I had to call Bobby or Celine about this I don't think any of us would have survived.
Mira dabbed at her eyes with the stuffie’s paw, “Sometimes I can still hear her.”
Zoey dragged her hand across her face, “And with that crisis averted I'm going to go get one of the tacos.” She turned to head back to the kitchen only to stop as Mira grabbed her arm.
“Noooo. Don't go. I already lost Rumi.” Mira pouted as Rumi let out another loud snore, “All she left me were her snores.”
Zoey tasted copper she was biting the inside of her cheek so hard as she looked at Mira’s sad eyes. She's so cute. Also I'm recording this because she is never fucking living this down. “I'm just going in the kitchen Mimi, I'll be right back.” She said in a soft soothing voice she usually reserved for small children and apparently a high as fuck Mira.
“Noooooooo.”
“It's literally like three feet away- wait.” Zoey did a vague conversation in her head, “like a meterish away. I'm not going to be gone long and you can get up and follow me if you want to.”
Mira stared at her as if she just discovered a new planet, “I can?”
“mmmhmm” Zoey desperately tried not to snicker as she pulled out her phone and hit the record button. She perched it on the tv stand holding it up with some dvd cases before turning around toward the kitchen.
Mira was a dancer at heart. She was not just their main choreographer, she was their only choreographer. She was the visual for a reason, not just for her sharp jaw line but also because she moved with intense precision. Many articles compared her to a cat with how she controlled her body. However none of it compared to the deadly elegance she carried when she was hunting demons. However, at this moment the dancer stood up with all the skill of a newborn giraffe as she wobbled on the perfectly still ground.
Zoey grabbed one of the remaining weed shots. Small hiccup but it's fine. I can still get blazed. Her thought ended as she heard a thud from the living room. She waited, holding her breath slightly as she listened for any other crashes. Guess it was nothin-
“Zoey.” Mira called, her voice muffled slightly.
She groaned as she glared at the weed shot as if it were laughing at her, “Yes Mira?”
“My legs don't work.”
Oh since we're on break and in California I should get a bunch of edibles, all my favorite Cali foods and get absolutely blazed off my ass, WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO FUCKING WRONG?! She grumbled as she walked back into the living room to see Mira face down on the floor still wrapped in both blankets, which were now pinned underneath her. “Can you get up?”
“No.” Mira whimpered slightly into the rug.
“Let me help you, ya big baby.” Zoey sighed as she untangled Mira from the blankets. “Alrighty, you're free.”
“But my legs don't work.”
“Yes they do. Here.” Zoey held out her hand and Mira took it as she pulled herself up. “See you're standing already.”
Mira stared in surprise as she carefully and skeptically moved one of her legs forward. She held her arms out as if she was trying to balance on a tight rope. She lifted her other foot slowly as if one miss step would lead to her demise.
Zoey snorted as she watched Mira’s intense focus on walking the five steps to the kitchen. Okay maybe this isn't all bad- shit. She bolted forward catching the tall girl. “Alright that's it.” Zoey sighed as she adjusted her grip. However Mira, being stoned, confused and wiggly prevented her from getting a decent hold. With no other place to grab, she lifted Mira by her armpits, which only slightly helped as the dancer’s legs dragged along behind her as they moved toward the kitchen. “Mira- please, move your legs.” Zoey grunted only to watch Mira kick one of her legs out and almost hit her in the face, “Shit!” She yelped as she dropped Mira’s upper half, which landed on her own legs as she fell backwards into the thankfully carpeted hallway. “How have we not even made it to the kitchen yet?”
Mira rolled over, crawling forward then plopped down on the maknae, who let out a slight oof. The taller girl's face immediately landed in Zoey's tits. “mmmh comfy.” She yawned.
“No. No. You do not get to fall asleep on me like this.”
“Why?” Mira whined into her chest.
“Because my neck is going to cramp and you- you're going to suffocate. DON'T BURY YOUR FACE IN DEEPER! MIRA!” Zoey grumbled as she tried to lift her face up only for Mira to go fully limp. “Why are you being so unhelpful?!”
“But it's comfffffy.”
“You seriously wanna spend the rest of the day on the floor with your face in my tits?”
“mmmhmm.” Mira sighed, “Perfect pillows.”
Do not take this as any sort of validation. She's just super stoned. Now is not the time to gay panic. Zoey sighed, giving up on trying to lift Mira. Instead she rested one of her hands in her hair, gently running her hands through her soft locks. “Ugh why are you this snuggly when you're stoned? It's like you're trying to kill me.”
“Nooo. Don't die.” Mira mumbled sleepily, “You're too cute and squishy. I need my Zoey.”
Zoey blushed, “And I said that shit out loud.”
“mmmhmm.” Mira lifted her head up looking at Zoey with the softest expression she'd ever seen from the normally stoic girl. “boop.” she grinned as she moved her finger off Zoey’s nose. “Aww strawberry cheeks!” She cooed, sitting up just enough that she loomed over the younger girl. “You're so pretty.”
“Mira-” Zoey sputtered trying to remember what exactly she was supposed to do when her best friend and crush was currently looking at her like she was the last slice of pizza.
“Zoey~” Mira let her voice rumble as she cupped the younger girl’s cheek.
“Mira- You're stoned.” Zoey countered, trying to get a hold of this situation.
Mira seemed unbothered as she leaned forward, capturing the maknae’s lips with her own. The kiss lingered partly because Zoey was basically pinned and her brain had no idea how to begin to process what just happened. The stoned girl pulled back grinning like an idiot, “Fuck me, I wanted to do that forever.”
“Y-you did?”
“mmmhmm.” Mira rolled off her but stayed close enough to snuggle, “Now if only Rumi wasn't gone then I could kiss you both.”
“Y-you want to kiss Rumi?”
Mira blinked, looking at Zoey with the expression one would make if they were asked if they thought puppies and kittens were cute or if the sky was blue. “Duh.”
Zoey, despite being sober, felt like her brain was bluescreening. “Since when have you wanted to kiss me and Rumi?!!?” She practically screamed.
“Pffffffffffffft I've been in love with you two since we debuted.” Mira yawned as she stretched her long limbs out.
“AND YOU'RE TELL ME THIS NOW?!”
“Yeah cause it's a dream.”
Zoey bolted up looking down at her stoned crush, “Mira.... you're awake.”
“pffffffffffffft. No. I have this dream all the time. Although usually Rumi isn't missing.”
“Mira, can you sit up for me please.”
“Yup!” She giggled as she sat up looking at Zoey with dopey lovestruck eyes then booped her nose again. “boop!”
“Mira what would I need to do to convince you this wasn't a dream?”
Mira snorted, “I don't know if you hit me?” The older girl didn't even process her mistake until she felt the hand collide with her cheek. Pain sparked across her face as she turned back to look at Zoey, “Ow. That fucking hurt. Wait. That hurt.” Mira’s eyes widened as the gears in her head finally came down enough for it to click into place. Unfortunately her brain hadn't come down enough for her to figure out exactly how to process realizing she just kissed and confessed to her crush nor how to tell the difference between internal and external screaming. “AHHHHHHHHHH-”
“Nope. Nope. None of that.” Zoey carefully put her hand over Mira’s mouth, “We actually have neighbors here and I'm not getting the police called on us because you two got too stoned to understand inside voices!” She looked at Mira who suddenly looked like a kicked puppy, “Mimi I'm not mad. You're not in trouble. You are awake, you're just stoned out of your mind. Rumi is here, she's on the sofa. Now if I let go of your mouth will you promise not to scream?”
Mira nodded. “I'm so so so sorry.” She said as soon as the hand was removed, tears well in her eyes. “We can pretend this never happened. I shouldn't have. I-”
Zoey gave Mira’s shoulder a squeeze, “Hey, we're okay. I don't want to talk to you about this when you're super stoned. But I love you too.” She gave Mira a soft peck on the cheek, “And I don't mean it in the friend way.”
“Zoey?”
“Yeah?’
“Can you slap me again so I know this is real?”
Zoey rolled her eyes as she stood up, “Can you stand?”
The taller girl rose carefully while she still wobbled. She didn't fall, “Also where's Rumi?”
“On the sofa.”
“Noo. I was on the sofa. If she was on the sofa I would have seen her!”
Zoey let out a deep sigh, “She's under the blanket.”
Mira paused, turning to look at the couch where the very obvious Rumi shaped lump was snoring underneath a blanket, “See she's not there!”
“Mimi.”
“Yeah?”
“Want some tacos?” Zoey asked only to watch the older girl glance down at her shorts, “Not that kind of taco.”
“awww.” Mira pouted as she wrapped her arms around the maknae and rested her chin on her shoulder, “Next time? Please?”
Zoey glanced at her phone which had a perfect view of the hallway from the tv stand, “We'll see what you say when you're sober.”
“Mean.”
“I got takis and the flamin hot cheetos you like~ They're the crunchy ones too, not the puffs.” Zoey said like she was speaking to a pouting child.
“Did you get the shortcake rolls?”
“Yup. And I got strawberry ice cream already in the freezer.” Zoey laughed as she walked into the kitchen, Mira still holding onto her like a living coat.
“You're so sweet to me!” Mira sniffled, “I love you!”
Zoey snorted, “I love you too.” She felt something loosen in her chest when she said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Fuck I could have had this the whole time.
Rumi yawned as she woke up. At least she thought she was awake. She felt different, not bad, actually quite the opposite. She stretched then sniffed the air. Something smells good. She sniffed again unaware of the sound of something thumping against the sofa behind her. Zoey. Mira. She grinned as she hurried toward the kitchen. She immediately found her girls sitting on the bar stools at the island. Strangely enough it seemed shorter to her than she remembered. She sniffed again immediately, finding the bag with the burgers, sticking her nose in it. She grabbed some, she wasn't exactly sure how many with her teeth and chewed happily.
Mira stared at the purple half demon, then stage whispered, “Zoey, I think Rumi's a demon.”
The younger girl in question just dragged her hand down her face, “Rumi, don't eat the wrapper on the burger please.” The demonic looking hybrid twitched a pointed ear to the side as she tilted her head, confused and still chewing. Zoey thought about telling her to open her mouth but decided that the already grease soaked paper was probably beyond retrieval at this point. I mean it's fiber. Instead she just gently patted the half demon’s head which was probably closer in size to a tiger's than a person's. She grinned as she felt Rumi nuzzle into her hand chuffing loudly, “Aww Rums, you're such a sweetie. Want a taco?” She grabbed one which was barely holding together, then snorted as Rumi sat up putting her hands(paws?) on the counter, her tail( Well that's new?) wagged happily. The island however groaned under the weight. “Rumi, down please.”
The half demon pouted slightly as she sat back down before placing her head on Zoey's lap expectantly, the golden eyes pleading for the treat. “Taco. Please.” The rough tritoned voice vibrated in her chest.
“Alright, open up.” Zoey, not even bothering to try to remove the taco from the foil, just dumped it into her maw pulling it back when she saw her try to bite the tin foil, “Nope. We don't eat the foil.”
Rumi grumbled slightly before placing a paw on Zoey's lap, “More?”
Zoey sighed as she grabbed a paper plate and began dumping tacos on it before looking over at Mira, who hadn't taken her eyes off Rumi the entire time. “You okay?”
“Noo.” Mira shook her head, “She’s too cute!”
Rumi perked up and immediately went over to nuzzle Mira who immediately began squishing the demon’s fuzzy cheeks. Mira then pressed her forehead against hers while holding her cheeks, “Rumi, I'm going to have to arrest you. You're exceeding the cuteness levels allowed in this area.” The demon chuffed before rubbing her face against hers causing Mira to burst into a fit of giggles.
“Well I guess I'll eat these then.” Zoey grinned as Rumi immediately returned to pouting at her instead. “I'm kidding. Here- and you ate the paper plate. I'm going to go pee. Do not break anything while I'm gone. Mira, make sure Rumi doesn't eat anything dangerously inedible. Rumi, make sure Mira doesn't fall over if she tries to stand.”
The two nodded as Zoey let herself back into the living room and grabbed her phone to stop the recording. She made her way to the bathroom finally getting a brief moment to actually process anything. In her hindbrain she realized any rational person who had one crush confess to you and another turn into some sort of demon weretiger should by all intents and purposes make her explode. There was in fact a small part of her that was freaking out about. However the rest of her was too tired from babysitting one stoned idiot and now stoned weretiger made her want to bang her head against the wall. I'm getting a lockbox for my shit next time I swear to God. On the bright side I will never ever let those two live this down.
Rumi was still very hungry, she sniffed through the plastic bags before finding a bag of cheetos, ripping into it with her teeth before chowing down, easily finishing the whole bag in a few bites. She stood up placing her paws on the island as she sniffed once again at the plastic bags.
Mira made a squeak as she tried to hold in her laughter at the giant purple demon whose mouth was now covered in red cheeto dust. As the bags spilled their contents the blue takis landed next to the stoned human who immediately came up with a brilliant plan.
Zoey returned to the kitchen to find Mira on the floor laughing her ass off and Rumi’s face covered in red and blue crumbs. The half demon turned bits of the Takis bag stuck in her teeth as she smiled. “I gave you both one job each.” She groaned as she rubbed her temples.
Rumi pouted, letting out a chuff as she nuzzled Zoey. “Sorry.”
“It's okay, now how about some couch time til this shit wears off? We can put on a movie or a show?” Zoey walked over to Mira who was still giggling, “Can you stand?”
“I can't my bones have turned into noodles.”
Zoey grunted trying and failing to lift Mira, “Rumi? Little help?” The Half demon tilted her head then grabbed Mira’s belt with her teeth awkwardly dragging her ass first into the living room. Zoey immediately pulled her phone out to record the entire thing, snickering. Oh it's gonna be fun when they're finally sober. She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Rumi try to figure out how to place Mira on the sofa. The dancer hadn't stopped giggling this entire time. The half demon jumped up on the sofa before grabbing Mira by her belt, then awkwardly climbing over the back of the sofa. This is pretty great entertainment-
Rumi’s fangs proved too much for the leather finally cutting through it. Mira yelped as she was about to fall back onto the floor. Acting quickly, Rumi grabbed her pants which unfortunately was about as effective as a hot knife trying to catch falling butter. Mira grunted as she landed face first onto the rug, the remains of her pants half beneath her while the other half was stuck on a pair of fangs.
“Zooooeeeey, Rumi stole my pants and I'm stuck.” Mira mumbled into the floor.
The girl in question immediately put her phone back in her pocket, “I'm coming, I'm coming.” She moved the coffee table, “Mir can you roll over.”
“I don't know what if my spine is noodles too?”
“Alright well can you try?”
Mira wiggled slightly trying and failing to roll over. “Well, guess this is how I die.”
Zoey grinned a little as an idea came to her, “Well then I think it's time to pull out the big guns and give a call to the tickle monster.”
“No. No. Zoey! That's not fair! I have noodle bones! EEK!” She scrambled up the couch as soon as she felt Zoey's fingers run against her sides.
“Hey look you got on the couch yourself and you're sitting up!” Zoey laughed which only grew louder as she saw the look of pure betrayal on Mira’s face.
“Mean.” Mira pouted as she snuggled up against Rumi, “You may have stolen my pants but you didn't tickle me-” She was cut off when Rumi licked her cheek. “Rumi! Ugh I wanted you to kiss me but not like this! How did you get saliva in my nose- No not my ear!”
“Aww Mira! She loves you~”
“Rumi- oooof” She groaned as the half demon settled on top of her. “You're heavy.” Mira grumbled only for Rumi to nuzzle her chin before a loud purr rumbled from her chest. She sniffled, “Nevermind, you can stay. Zoey! she's soo precious.”
“She is~” Zoey laughed as she stood to rub the half demon's cheek.
“Zoey, cuddles.” Rumi glanced at her then at the sofa.
“Give me a sec.” She snickered. Thank you past Zoey for getting a pop out couch! She grabbed two handles below their feet. A compartment slid out then she lifted it up extending the sofa into a psudo bed. “Alrighty it's cuddle time!” She grinned as she flopped down next to Mira only for Rumi to move over so she could squish both of them, letting out deep snuffly purrs as she settled on top of them like a giant weighted blanket. As Mira let out a sigh all three of them slowly felt themselves drift off.
Mmmh pillow soft and warm. So comfy. Squishy. Steady heartbeat. Rumi let out a yawn as she stretched, she blinked slowly as her mind felt fuzzy. Huh do pillows normally have heartbeats? Also what's in my teeth? Wait, is that an arm on my back? Wait... She lifted her head up enough to actually look where her head was and was met with a familiar black Huntr/x T-shirt that had been stylishly cut in places. I was resting my head on my best friend's boobs. Okay it's fine. She's asleep. ugh what is that in my teet- Rumi froze as she removed a piece of black denim from her fang. She sat up and clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming as she saw Mira was currently only in her underwear. Fuck. Fuck. What did I do- She seemed to come back to her senses more as she saw another arm on Mira’s back. Zoey was snuggled next to Mira, her head tucked against her neck. Rumi’s face felt hot as her stomach twisted strangely. We've cuddled before. Hell technically we've seen each other naked. Why do I feel so... flustered? Mira shivered slightly, as she blindly pawed the spot Rumi had been laying. She's probably just looking for a blanket or something.
“Rumi? come back.” Mira mumbled in her sleep.
The half demon blanched glancing between the doorway and the spot she's been laying previously. I can just go. I don't have to lay back down. She bit her lip but despite that she slowly laid back down her body draped over Mira's. As she settled she felt Zoey place an arm over her back and a leg over both of theirs. Mira's hands moved to their hair, one tangled in Zoey's locks, holding close while the other pressed Rumi’s face into her tits. It's just cuddles. I have no reason to feel this flustered. I mean it's them. She sighed brushing off the weird feelings as she settled back to sleep, a soft purr rumbling in her chest.
Mira groaned as she woke up, Ugh why is my mouth sooo dry? And this blanket is really warm and soft? Huh is this one of those big chunky knit blanket- Her train of thought derailed completely as her hands moved up the ‘blanket’ only to feel an ear twitch in response. She quickly opened her eyes as she spotted Rumi, her head resting on the taller girl's stomach. Mira nearly stopped breathing as she realized the sleeping girl's hand was resting on her bare thigh. Why are my pants gone? Did we? Nooo Rumi is waay too autistic to jump straight to sex. Zoey isn't. Wait, where is Zoey? Why is my mouth dry? Also why are we in the living room? What day is it? Wait, is that coffee I smell? Noo I can't get coffee with a Rumi on my legs. Fuck now I need to pee. “Zoey....” She called while trying not to wake the sleeping half demon. “Zoey. Help.” The maknae walked in with her earbuds in, bopping her head to music completely oblivious to the taller girl's needed rescue. DAMMIT ZOEY!! Mira groaned as she grabbed a pillow and threw it at the younger girl's head.
Zoey turned in surprise to look at her irritated ‘friend’ pinned underneath the sleeping half demon. She smirked then leaned forward, folding her arms underneath her chin as she rested on Mira’s shoulder, “Sup?”
Mira felt herself blushing as she struggled to remember what she was about to ask. She glanced between Zoey's eyes and her lips, her mouth somehow even drier. “Umm...I...umm”
“Mimi, have I told you how cute you are when you're flustered?” Zoey giggled before pressing a soft kiss on her lips. “See that wasn't so hard-” She tried to stay smooth but the look of pure absolute befuddlement, the nervous excitement in her eyes and the dazed look of someone who was still high enough to not fully trust reality. “Yes it was real. Besides you kissed me first last night so we're even.”
“I DID WHAT?!” She bolted up, causing Rumi to grumble as she glared sleepily at Mira.
“Shhh, I'm sleeping” Rumi mumbled as she adjusted herself now resting her head in the taller girl's lap.
“Mira, deep breaths.” Zoey instructed gently, “It's okay. I love you too.” She wrapped her in a tight hug, “We can talk about all that more when you're less high. But we're okay.”
Mira blinked as she processed her words, “Huh.” She moved her fingers down to pinch herself. “Ow. So I'm awake.” She looked over at Zoey again this time slightly more aware, “When you said you loved me-”
“Yes. Mira. I'm in love with you too.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“And Rumi?”
“Rumi still doesn't know where she is.”
“What happened to my pants?”
“Oh Rumi ripped them with her teeth trying to carry you to bed.”
“What?”
“Ya know what? Just don't worry about it. Would you like a cheeseburger?”
“Yes. I'm starving.” She laughed lightly, slightly embarrassed.
“Can do! Oh but before I forget!” She immediately hurried into the kitchen before returning with a ridiculously large thermos with a straw. “Lemonade, lemons help break down the thc.”
“Huh, how do you know that?”
Zoey snorted as she looked at her, “My tío Miguel's been growing pot in his basement for twenty years.”
Mira blinked, “Is that like just a thing here or-”
“Oh no it was very illegal but now he's fine? I know he at least has permission to grow? I don't know. Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Zoey waved it off as she laid down next to Mira, “So how exactly did this happen?”
“So Rumi ate the muffins by accident. We found out and I chugged some of the drinks so we could be on the same level.”
Zoey let out a deep exasperated sigh, “Jesus Christ. So your solution for Rumi accidentally eating 200 mg of thc was to also consume 200 mg of thc?”
“Well when you say it like that it sounds dumb.” Mira pouted her hand resting on Rumi's head gently scritching her scalp causing the girl to purr.
Zoey wheezed, “I love you so much. That was dumb as fuck though. But-” She reached down to also gently pet Rumi, “We did finally get Rumi to relax.”
Mira giggled which quickly turned into full on laughter as the half demon grumbled. “Ugh Rumi, how are you so cute??!”
“shushy, I'm eepy.”
The two girls bit their lip as they desperately tried not to coo at their leader while still running their fingers through her ruffled hair.
“Oh no. Zoey. We have a problem.”
“What?”
“I need to pee.”
“Shit.”
“No. I said I need to pee.”
Zoey just shook her head as she gently prodded Rumi, “Rumi unnie, you're gonna have to move-” She blinked as Rumi let out an irritated noise that could only be described as a moo. “Rumi”
“Nooooo.”
Mira tried wiggling herself free but was pinned, “Rumi I'm going to piss on you if you don't move.”
The girl in question grumbled again as she sat up then moved to squish Zoey, letting out something between a purr and a chuff as she rested her head on the younger girl's stomach before immediately falling asleep.
“Aww, kitty!” Zoey cooed, scratching Rumi’s head gently. She watched Mira stumble off the sofa, her long legs on full display. “Gracias a Dios por sus hermosas piernas” Zoey mattered under her breath as she drank in the sight.
Mira’s face was almost as pink as her hair as she glared at Zoey's obvious ogling. She flipped her off as she speed walked to the nearest bathroom. Stupid weed, I'm the flusterer not the flusteree!
Rumi groaned as she felt something scratch against her tooth. Without thinking she moved her tongue to brush away whatever it was only to taste mint. She felt it move again toward her teeth. Fuck off! She growled biting down on the minty plastic only releasing as she heard a yelp.
“Zoey! Rumi tried to bite me!” Mira complained.
“I told you not to try to brush her teeth!” Zoey called from somewhere else.
Rumi spit out the top of the toothbrush, “Why.”
“Your mouth was purple.”
“My everything is purple.” She waved as she yawned.
“Holy shit she still has fangs.”
“Really?!!” Zoey grinned as she bolted into the room, “She does!!”
“Fangs?” She opened her mouth and poked at her teeth before feeling ones that seemed significantly sharper than the others. “whaut da fuck?” She said with her fingers still in her mouth.
Zoey shrugged, “At least they aren't hanging over your lip.”
Rumi buried her head in her hands, “What the hell were in those muffins?”
“A lot of weed, you're probably still high.” Zoey patted her shoulder as she handed her glass of water, “You might wanna rinse your mouth out, Ru.”
“Right. Ugh, what's this between my teeth?” Rumi pulled out a reflective bit of plastic.
“Yeah, you ate part of a chip bag.” Mira added, “Why I tried to brush your teeth.”
“Thank you.” She said before she gargled the water.
Zoey smiled and gave her a peck on her cheek, “Of course, pretty girl.”
Rumi felt her entire face turn bright red.
“Awww your patterns turned pink!” Mira giggled.
“Why?” Rumi pouted.
“Because I had to wrangle you both all of yesterday.”
“YESTERDAY?!!!” Rumi shrieked as she dug for her phone and checked the date.
“You both had 200 milligrams of dispensary strength THC. I'm shocked you were awake as long as you were.” Zoey countered as she handed Rumi a plate of reheated tacos and a new glass of water.
“Thank you.” Rumi said as she tried to reclaim any dignity she had left as she took a drink.
“You also ripped my pants off.” Mira added causally as Rumi did a spit take.
“I DID WHAT?!”
“Rumi, breathe.” Zoey placed a gentle hand on her back, “You tried carrying her by her pants to the sofa because you were all demoned out and couldn't really stand on two legs all that well. You underestimated the sharpness of your teeth. You didn't hurt anyone.”
“Ugh this is so embarrassing.” She groaned.
Zoey smiled, “I think Mira beat you in the embarrassment department. However you both were very very cute.”
Rumi blushed as she looked over at Mira who looked like she wanted to die, “Mira?”
Mira closed her eyes, clenching her fists as she shook. No more hiding, No more lying. “I um... told Zoey that I loved her and you...”
“We tell each other we love each other all the time? Why is that so embarrassing?”
Zoey tried and failed to bite back a giggle, “Not that kind of love, Sweetie.”
Rumi, still stoned, her thoughts were slow and heavy as she processed the words. She didn't know when it hit her but when it did she felt her breath hitch, “Oh.”
“You don't need to answer.... I mean we're not exactly in the best head space.” Mira added carefully. Fuck me, stupid edibles.
“You're in love with both of us?”
“Yeah...” Mira answered, finally managing to look her in the eyes. She expected hate, confusion, and disgust. Yet instead Rumi looked flushed.
“You can do that?” Rumi asked, her eyes briefly glanced at Mira's lips before looking away.
“Yes. Yes, you can.” Zoey added, soft but confidently.
Rumi swallowed, “Oh.”
“You don't have to answer that. Or like return my feelings. I just wanted to clear the air.” Mira scratched the back of her neck nervously. Great job, Mira, you fucked shit up again-
“C-can I kiss you?” Rumi asked just barely above a whisper.
Mira just nodded, frozen as Rumi closed the space between them. Her lips were soft and nervous. Fuck it. Mira thought as she pushed back into the kiss then brushed her tongue against her lips. What she didn't expect was Rumi's fangs grazing against her lip before biting just enough to bruise. If this is heaven don't revive me. She thought as the kiss ended as she stared up at Rumi. “Thank you.”
Rumi opened her mouth to respond when Zoey pounced on her. “My turn!”
Mira's kiss had been soft but passionate, Zoey’s was greedy. Mira had kissed her like she was afraid she'd wake up from a dream. Zoey, though, she kissed like this was all she had been dreaming about. They both were panting by the time they came back up for air.
Zoey laughed as she pulled Mira in for an equally fierce kiss. Rumi watched breathlessly, her heart fluttering in her chest. They look so good together.
None of them knew how long they spent exchanging kisses while giggling from joy and still being high. They eventually settled for snuggling on the sofa.
Zoey's phone buzzed as she checked her texts.
myfavPendejo: How's the five year pining champion doing?
Mocosa: Great actually and I'm not pining anymore bitch!
myfavPendejo: HOLY SHIT. FUCKING FINALLY!!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO!!!!!!
Mocosa: and it's all thanks to you.
myfavPendejo: Did my reminder that you're awesome finally allow you to grow the cojones needed to confess?!
Mocosa: No....
myfavPendejo: Zeezee
Mocosa: .......
myfavPendejo: Did you confess while stoned?
Mocosa: No.
myfavPendejo: okay good.
Mocosa: Mira did. Then kissed me and yeah anyways it's all out now!
myfavPendejo: You deserve each other
Mocosa: awww thanks
myfavPendejo: Pendejos, all three of you. Not a fucking brain cell in sight. Orange cat looking ass motherfuckers. I haven't even met these people and I wanna choke all three of you oblit idiots!! I HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOU PINE FOR HALF A DAMN DECADE AND YOU'RE TELLING ME ONE PUFF PUFF PASS WOULD HAVE SOLVED IT?!
Mocosa: Thanks, Magdalena 🤪
myfavPendejo: DO NOT CALL ME MY MOM!! I AM NOT DRAMATIC!!!
Zoey snorted as she muted her phone, fully aware that if she didn't it would be buzzing either from him or one of her other relatives. News traveled fast. “So if you guys are up for it, how about a game night later with my dad?”
“So long as we're not playing Mario kart” Mira glared at Rumi.
“I don't cheat! You don't know how to drive!”
“She's gotta point, babe.” Zoey snickered.
“Why would I drive when I have you two?” She smirked as she stretched her arms over both their shoulders.
“Spoiled.” Rumi laughed.
“Ryu Rumi did not just call someone else spoiled.” Zoey wheezed.
“I am not spoiled!” Rumi huffed as she crossed her arms.
“Sure, princess.” Mira grinned as she kissed her cheek.
“I am not!!!” She pouted.
“Awwww” Zoey cooed, “Pouty princess!”
“Pouty Princess!” Mira snorted as she poked Rumi’s cheek.
“I hate you both.”
“No you don't~” They both laughed.