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Clef had her phone out, scrolling through her college emails. It was mostly junk, trash, and more junk. School was somehow really good at filling her IMPORTANT COLLEGE EMAIL with absolute garbage that rendered the thing unusable.
One email caught her eye though, a message that blared in capital text "HOT SINGLE BLUE WOMEN IN YOUR AREA!!!" With a blue heart beside it.
God they weren't even trying this time, really blue woman? BLUE? How dumb do these people think she is?
How desperate do they think she is?
Shaking off her annoyance, Clef started going about her day, getting ready, and eating breakfast.
Clef slammed the door to her house open (a great de-stresser if she knew one), knocking the blue woman standing on the other side down a flight of stairs.
"Holy shit I killed her!" Clef shouted.
"Excuse me what?!" A half asleep Treble yelled from inside the house.
Ignoring Treble for now, Clef ran down the stairs and stared at the woman, she wasn't moving, and when Clef tried to take her pulse she didn't feel anything (Clef was also notoriously bad at taking a pulse).
Clef lifted the blue woman onto her back, and carried her inside, laying the woman down onto their couch.
Treble, still in his pajamas, walked over to the two.
"Holy shit you actually killed someone." He muttered.
"I KNOW!, WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!?" Clef said, punching a wall in frustration.
Now it was Treble's turn to take the blue woman's pulse.
"She's not dead idiot." Treble muttered, causing a sigh of relief to escape from Clefs mouth.
The blue woman's eyelids fluttered.
"Alright its your problem now." Treble yawned, going in the direction of his bedroom.
"HEY WAIT NO-" Clef shouted at him.
"Uhh, what happened?" The woman said.
"Oh shit, uh, well you kinda... Were knocked down a flight of stairs." Clef stammered.
"Really?" The blue woman responded.
"Mhm, now... who are you? And why are you, blue?" Clef asked.
"My name is Jemi." The woman named Jemi responded, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Huh." Clef mumbled.