[Mona Marroquín, Pregame Thread 2]
There's no doubt I can tell you're acting your heart out And she's addicted Obsessed like, "I know I can fiiiiiix him!” She's got heaaaarts in her eyes And she draws me kissing other guuuuys
(One song, yes thats the title, ahahaaahahaaaaaaa
I know you are but what am I, I know I am but what are you, hahaha I’m going through a fucking crisis right now but hey I got some burgers and I got a friend and oh whoops she’s also part of the crisis thanks a fucking lot you stupid red head green eyed glowie can’t get out of my head I guess this is what guys feel around you in general LOL nice to be on the other side of it I gueeeeeessthis is your fucking fault Manuel have fun with the ‘so bad I made her pick girls’ trope haunting you late nights a decade from now)
The driveway to any given Silver Springs house was the sort where it was, conveniently, so designed to support the ecosystem niche of migratory teenagers flocking into and out of parties via a dozen some carpools. Mona’s four door, pristinely clean all black everything pulled up to the empty slot of concrete nearest to the front door. A slightly portly woman who spoke mostly Spanish with an accent that slightly annoyed Mona even though she could perfectly understand it answered when she knocked. Smiles were exchanged like regalitos.
It's kinda sad how It's not your fault you're living in a madhouse I can't back down Aren't you tired of blending into the baaaaackground? She's got heaaaaarts in her eyes Saying, “Boy, you better watch the tiiiime!”
Mona clicked off her playlist as she got deeper into the household. They both knew Mona’s destination. At this point LK’s parents didn’t even bother checking in on her whenever she showed up. A big ass flight of stairs big enough for three side-by-side, a gentle sloping corkscrew. LK’s bedroom down a well lit hallway. One tap knock.
Mona entered and oh hey LK sitting there looking gorgeous
uughhhh the way her spine felt like concrete and the way she forgot to breathe and it was wrong toactually no who gave a fuck it was 2025, girls could like girls, that wasn’t the sort of mental minefield thing she needed to tip-toe around, only losers couldn't come to terms with their own sexuality, it wasn’t even sort of a shocking revelation even though it had happened like a week ago??? It had probably been coming for a long time now. Not like she didn’t hate most of the men in her life who weren’t Dad. And like, in theory that was something straight women did too but like. Uhhhhhhh. Something something (unfounded unresearched 3am pop psychologyMona would never have gotten a meaningful place in society even if she hadn’t imploded in sophomore year! Simple as).
The problem here was that Mona and LK’s history went back about as far as the parts of Mona’s life she was willing to acknowledgeit’s over it’s over, it’s okay, they were safe and that made them friends. Best friends, really. Mona didn’t mind risk. She didn’t mind breaking a lot of things. But not this. She didn’t want to lose this the way she’d lost everything else.
“There’s my little pogchamp,” Mona casually sauntered in, smiling. Mona was the relatively not-extra AF look, daily coin flip as to which she’d pick. She was the white wolf eye eyeliner, shimmering blue shadow on the lid, cut crease. She was the Spirit Blossom Lillia tee shirt, ironed because okay she put in at least some effort at all times, which she’d gotten at Anime Los Angeles ‘24 from a vendor. She was the well fit form-flattering black jeans, all her with the adjustments.
She held up the offerings of food. LK was still seated, and Mona made no big deal of taking her place on the floor beside LK after offering one bag of fast food’s most upper mid. Decent salt ratios on the fries. Not crispy enough. Didn’t go well with the meatiness of the burger. Something like that.
“Traffic was fucked. If we’re gonna do any ranked I’m tired and I’m going to tilt.”
She usually locked in regardless, but a Mona totally off her game was kind of cute and funny, the way she’d make stupid cat-like noises and pout and pretend that Down Here, Salt, Is a Way of Life.
“Do you have any homework due? I’m willing to chill without bothering yaI want your attention. I crave it. Prayer emoji. I’m ok. I’m cool. I promise.”
oh you think im a fed? youre damn right im fed .. breafast lunch and dinner
same day, same residence (private unless you are in Leah-Kim Mitchell’s room for some reason)
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"Listen Chat. Listen! I'm telling you,"
LK wiggled back and forth in her chair, idly fiddling with one of the drawstrings on her hoodie as she addressed her viewers with affected faux-seriousness. Hoodie indoors? That's her brand. It's not like she pays the bill for the AC making up for it, not like she ever really had to think about money at all really. The numbers she cared about were viewers, mostly.
“You can’t fuck or marry Cait or Vi without killing the other one, I know we love them both but listen to reason! Both are gonna be mad about you breaking them up. And Caitlyn’s a Batman-ass gigadetective, she’d find out. So you kill Cait, obviously you marry Vi because she’s mommy, and of course you fuck Jinx because she’s like… she’s hot but do you really wanna spend your life with the crazy terrorist?”
She leaned in, transitioned easily to a glowing smile.
“Anyway thanks for the sub Globgrog-oh-six, but no I will not play WoW with you! Ain’t nobody got time for that.”
A little more chair-spinning.
“Right where was I? Oh, yeah. Chat. Listen. The Death card is just a Death card, sure it’s good but think about it! The Emperor could be anything! It could even be a Death!”
Pause. Wait for that Twitch delay. Farm the responses. It wasn’t even an intentional move any more, more of an instinct.
“I’m kidding Chat, I’m kidding! I’m not that stupid, I’m like… fifty percent that stupid, at most! You know how it is for a gal like me, my body is a machine that turns the left card into the right card. We need more cool aces. I craaaaaaaaave more co–”
Her door opened, LK spun around and pulled one headphone aside.
“There’s my little pogchamp,”
Her smile? Genuine. Her blush? Kinda hidden by the blusher she wore. It would hardly be unfair to describe LK unflatteringly as horny, perhaps more charitably as an afficionado of the feminine form. And God above, those jeans, those legs, that ass. It was hardly fair the way Mona flirted with her, but she wasn’t complaining. Who would? Attention from girls made her gay little heart flutter, even if she was pretty sure those girls were straight.
“Hi!”
She spun back towards the camera.
“Chat I gotta bounce for a lil’ bit, Meal Team Six has secured the package. Say thank you to Dash Eth One!”
“Traffic was fucked. If we’re gonna do any ranked I’m tired and I’m going to tilt. Do you have any homework due? I’m willing to chill without bothering ya.”
“Just a sec, lemme just, fuckin’...”
LK fiddled for a moment, queueing up her playlist of videos to keep Chat entertained whilst she was taking a dinner break. Today? Highlights from Friends Without Benefits’ voluminous back-catalogue of Mario Party let’s plays.
“Okay! Hi!”
Off came the headset, up leapt the gamer, arms wide and oh, Mona was on the floor. LK plopped herself down alongside, double-checking her skirt wasn’t in too compromising a position before leaning in to accept the generous bounty of fast food. Maybe sitting on the bed would be more comfy, nestled among her good friends Blåharold, Blåhayley, Cal, and all the rest... but maybe eating messy food on the sheets was a bad idea. Someone would have to clean that up, probably not her but somebody, and she wouldn't be able to relax on there until they did!
“Thanks Mom~”
She put on her best cutesy-uwu smile, jabbed a straw into her milkshake, and took a loud slurp.
“I… probably do got homework! But fuck that we got noms. Think about it later.”
"Listen Chat. Listen! I'm telling you,"
LK wiggled back and forth in her chair, idly fiddling with one of the drawstrings on her hoodie as she addressed her viewers with affected faux-seriousness. Hoodie indoors? That's her brand. It's not like she pays the bill for the AC making up for it, not like she ever really had to think about money at all really. The numbers she cared about were viewers, mostly.
“You can’t fuck or marry Cait or Vi without killing the other one, I know we love them both but listen to reason! Both are gonna be mad about you breaking them up. And Caitlyn’s a Batman-ass gigadetective, she’d find out. So you kill Cait, obviously you marry Vi because she’s mommy, and of course you fuck Jinx because she’s like… she’s hot but do you really wanna spend your life with the crazy terrorist?”
She leaned in, transitioned easily to a glowing smile.
“Anyway thanks for the sub Globgrog-oh-six, but no I will not play WoW with you! Ain’t nobody got time for that.”
A little more chair-spinning.
“Right where was I? Oh, yeah. Chat. Listen. The Death card is just a Death card, sure it’s good but think about it! The Emperor could be anything! It could even be a Death!”
Pause. Wait for that Twitch delay. Farm the responses. It wasn’t even an intentional move any more, more of an instinct.
“I’m kidding Chat, I’m kidding! I’m not that stupid, I’m like… fifty percent that stupid, at most! You know how it is for a gal like me, my body is a machine that turns the left card into the right card. We need more cool aces. I craaaaaaaaave more co–”
Her door opened, LK spun around and pulled one headphone aside.
“There’s my little pogchamp,”
Her smile? Genuine. Her blush? Kinda hidden by the blusher she wore. It would hardly be unfair to describe LK unflatteringly as horny, perhaps more charitably as an afficionado of the feminine form. And God above, those jeans, those legs, that ass. It was hardly fair the way Mona flirted with her, but she wasn’t complaining. Who would? Attention from girls made her gay little heart flutter, even if she was pretty sure those girls were straight.
“Hi!”
She spun back towards the camera.
“Chat I gotta bounce for a lil’ bit, Meal Team Six has secured the package. Say thank you to Dash Eth One!”
“Traffic was fucked. If we’re gonna do any ranked I’m tired and I’m going to tilt. Do you have any homework due? I’m willing to chill without bothering ya.”
“Just a sec, lemme just, fuckin’...”
LK fiddled for a moment, queueing up her playlist of videos to keep Chat entertained whilst she was taking a dinner break. Today? Highlights from Friends Without Benefits’ voluminous back-catalogue of Mario Party let’s plays.
“Okay! Hi!”
Off came the headset, up leapt the gamer, arms wide and oh, Mona was on the floor. LK plopped herself down alongside, double-checking her skirt wasn’t in too compromising a position before leaning in to accept the generous bounty of fast food. Maybe sitting on the bed would be more comfy, nestled among her good friends Blåharold, Blåhayley, Cal, and all the rest... but maybe eating messy food on the sheets was a bad idea. Someone would have to clean that up, probably not her but somebody, and she wouldn't be able to relax on there until they did!
“Thanks Mom~”
She put on her best cutesy-uwu smile, jabbed a straw into her milkshake, and took a loud slurp.
“I… probably do got homework! But fuck that we got noms. Think about it later.”
dasheth1, a brief cameo on LKLetsPlay's stream. One arm distributing none of her weight onto the arm of LK's chair, because gamer chairs were built for aesthetics first and practicality never. Other arm, stretched to present her hand to the camera. Two finger barrel, thumb trigger. One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ay. Chat sped up, a blur of text she didn't bother to read. All greetings. Half of them she knew, also on her own Discord. And yes, dashLKLP was a ship their shared Chat was not at all shy about pushing (and sometimes, as a treat, they weren't creepy about it. Sooooometimes. But regardless of the intent, the fanfic was always terrible. Always. Drabble, verb, to become wet or muddy)
"God, Leah, y’all need to find less lame filler vids.” Had Mona said that before? Yes no maybe don’t know. Memory was a fickle thing, dredging up the cringe in the witching hour, spiriting away the math test answers the moment pencil touched paper.
Mona remembered a lot of things about one of her longest running friends. Recap episode: the shark squad, Harold and Hayley; the love of Chiitan; the first friend she’d ever made after getting off the plane from LAX; the way her eyes shimmered like the first fresh drop of honey; the way she kind of sounded like an idiot unless stream was live.
Increasingly frequent clip on the highlight reel, the way she always seemed to have a tiny smile to spare, no matter the occasion. Corners of her lips, upturned. Color burned right into Mona’s brain with a blowtorch.
“Thanks Mom~”
“Oi, easy. Don’t make me get the chancla.”
Mona mimicked the practiced mom toss.
But whoops, okay. Mona was not a super gooneractually she wasn’t especially sure she had a sex drive but mom, mommy, mother, all culturally coded to trigger neurons within the average Gen Z rotten brain, blah blah blah insert here a link that implies some amount of deeper yet still fully shallow thought on this ideanon-existent attempt at intellectual justification aside. For a moment in time, a sticky image— sticky AND sloppy, can’t forget that— of LK’s lips parting, hot breath, Mona’s tongue diving into explore. Like, fuck. Not literally. No wait, yes literally. Okay. Maybe she had a sex drive after all, buuuuuut
there was something discomforting about, like, imagining girls? Not in general, but in the context of. That. To the point where Mona couldn’t even find a good euphemism for something she’d already done in her life to some mild amount of satisfaction. With men (man (if that word applied to Manuel)). Not with women. Because,
like, the way Mona thought about it, it felt intrusive. Like, imagine if it were Stella instead of LK she were having the intrusive thoughts about from the crotch up: a) Stella would kill her, b) Mona would kill herself, c) tbh why hadn’t Mona already killed herself? And with LK the effect was almost worse because that was Her Friend right there. But, like. Mona was no subscriber to the podcast of ‘women are pure and innocent and must not be defiled’ or whatever. She didn’t get it? It wasn’t like she didn’t aesthetically appreciate women (read, hate them for being hotter than her) on the regular. Why was it suddenly taboo to turn up the heat a little?
“Think about it never, more like.” Mona shrugged. “Wherever you end up I’ll swing by your dorm for LAN parties. Can’t escape me that easy.”
Mona, normally, did not hesitate to rest her head against her friend’s shoulder. That was kind of the point of having friends (much as Mona usually did not have such worldly possessions without paying the price of dealing with annoying mouthbreathers). But she was suddenly hesitant, keeping to her slice of personal space in the slightly too cold room. Using all that personal space to fit her bout of shivers in.
“Up the thermostat, please god.” Another of their friendship rituals among many. Now, if LK’s metaphorical hotness was also literal…
“One of these days HRT will thin your skin out and I’ll finally be able to step in this room without onegai-ing for normie temperatures. Some day…” Hands clasped in prayer, pointed to the ceiling in a moment of photogenic cosplayer melodrama. Mona always hit her angles, even on a Casual Fridays kinda day.
And then she took one of her french fries… and ATE IT!!!!!
"God, Leah, y’all need to find less lame filler vids.” Had Mona said that before? Yes no maybe don’t know. Memory was a fickle thing, dredging up the cringe in the witching hour, spiriting away the math test answers the moment pencil touched paper.
Mona remembered a lot of things about one of her longest running friends. Recap episode: the shark squad, Harold and Hayley; the love of Chiitan; the first friend she’d ever made after getting off the plane from LAX; the way her eyes shimmered like the first fresh drop of honey; the way she kind of sounded like an idiot unless stream was live.
Increasingly frequent clip on the highlight reel, the way she always seemed to have a tiny smile to spare, no matter the occasion. Corners of her lips, upturned. Color burned right into Mona’s brain with a blowtorch.
“Thanks Mom~”
“Oi, easy. Don’t make me get the chancla.”
Mona mimicked the practiced mom toss.
But whoops, okay. Mona was not a super gooneractually she wasn’t especially sure she had a sex drive but mom, mommy, mother, all culturally coded to trigger neurons within the average Gen Z rotten brain, blah blah blah insert here a link that implies some amount of deeper yet still fully shallow thought on this ideanon-existent attempt at intellectual justification aside. For a moment in time, a sticky image— sticky AND sloppy, can’t forget that— of LK’s lips parting, hot breath, Mona’s tongue diving into explore. Like, fuck. Not literally. No wait, yes literally. Okay. Maybe she had a sex drive after all, buuuuuut
there was something discomforting about, like, imagining girls? Not in general, but in the context of. That. To the point where Mona couldn’t even find a good euphemism for something she’d already done in her life to some mild amount of satisfaction. With men (man (if that word applied to Manuel)). Not with women. Because,
like, the way Mona thought about it, it felt intrusive. Like, imagine if it were Stella instead of LK she were having the intrusive thoughts about from the crotch up: a) Stella would kill her, b) Mona would kill herself, c) tbh why hadn’t Mona already killed herself? And with LK the effect was almost worse because that was Her Friend right there. But, like. Mona was no subscriber to the podcast of ‘women are pure and innocent and must not be defiled’ or whatever. She didn’t get it? It wasn’t like she didn’t aesthetically appreciate women (read, hate them for being hotter than her) on the regular. Why was it suddenly taboo to turn up the heat a little?
“Think about it never, more like.” Mona shrugged. “Wherever you end up I’ll swing by your dorm for LAN parties. Can’t escape me that easy.”
Mona, normally, did not hesitate to rest her head against her friend’s shoulder. That was kind of the point of having friends (much as Mona usually did not have such worldly possessions without paying the price of dealing with annoying mouthbreathers). But she was suddenly hesitant, keeping to her slice of personal space in the slightly too cold room. Using all that personal space to fit her bout of shivers in.
“Up the thermostat, please god.” Another of their friendship rituals among many. Now, if LK’s metaphorical hotness was also literal…
“One of these days HRT will thin your skin out and I’ll finally be able to step in this room without onegai-ing for normie temperatures. Some day…” Hands clasped in prayer, pointed to the ceiling in a moment of photogenic cosplayer melodrama. Mona always hit her angles, even on a Casual Fridays kinda day.
And then she took one of her french fries… and ATE IT!!!!!
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“Fiiiiiiiine…”
It was a well-worn dance by now. LK took a few more seconds to get a first bite of her burger in, then set it back down to arise with an audible “Hup!”. Gamer rising up, we live in a society bottom text, etc, memes. She did a little twirl on getting back on her feet. Skirt went spinny. Under her breath, barely even aware of the compulsive addition, she mumbled "Risin' up..."
“Y’know between the squid kids, the Italian-ness, and the air-con, this room is like, H.P. Lovecraft hell.”
She moseyed on over to the unit bedecked with Splatoon plushes, pink-white-and-blue striped socks soft on the plush carpet, wondering to herself what the H.P. stood for. Definitely not hit points, but that’s what she decided to internalise it as. Temperature, up. Zip, down. LK tossed her hoodie onto the bed, into the watchful care of several IKEA plushies. Underneath, a slightly-too-small shirt bearing the logo of the very channel Mona had derided as cringe. She’d bought it a few years back, and simply refused to admit to growing ever-so-slightly out of it, no matter how tight it got around the shoulders and bust. The vicious slander of her comfort show, the late, great Only Show on the Internet
no less, merited a counter-derisive stuck-out tongue in response. Blehhhh. As basically the only person her age who could call LK by her actual name without it feeling weird, Mona alone could get away with such heresy. Did it help that she was really hot? Yeah. Also that she was a really close friend, who in fact…
“Not my fault I’m so hot, hell, you helped make me hot! Common misplay.”
Finger guns. And sliiiiiiiide back onto the floor to return to the mini-picnic, blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on someone she'd long since promised herself not to flirt with.
It was a well-worn dance by now. LK took a few more seconds to get a first bite of her burger in, then set it back down to arise with an audible “Hup!”. Gamer rising up, we live in a society bottom text, etc, memes. She did a little twirl on getting back on her feet. Skirt went spinny. Under her breath, barely even aware of the compulsive addition, she mumbled "Risin' up..."
“Y’know between the squid kids, the Italian-ness, and the air-con, this room is like, H.P. Lovecraft hell.”
She moseyed on over to the unit bedecked with Splatoon plushes, pink-white-and-blue striped socks soft on the plush carpet, wondering to herself what the H.P. stood for. Definitely not hit points, but that’s what she decided to internalise it as. Temperature, up. Zip, down. LK tossed her hoodie onto the bed, into the watchful care of several IKEA plushies. Underneath, a slightly-too-small shirt bearing the logo of the very channel Mona had derided as cringe. She’d bought it a few years back, and simply refused to admit to growing ever-so-slightly out of it, no matter how tight it got around the shoulders and bust. The vicious slander of her comfort show, the late, great Only Show on the Internet
no less, merited a counter-derisive stuck-out tongue in response. Blehhhh. As basically the only person her age who could call LK by her actual name without it feeling weird, Mona alone could get away with such heresy. Did it help that she was really hot? Yeah. Also that she was a really close friend, who in fact…“Not my fault I’m so hot, hell, you helped make me hot! Common misplay.”
Finger guns. And sliiiiiiiide back onto the floor to return to the mini-picnic, blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on someone she'd long since promised herself not to flirt with.
Damn straight skirt went spinny. Hem gently whipping across Mona’s face, et cetera.
“Did my time, took my chances,” Mona hummed back as loud.
Mona rebutted in kindhomegrown random ahh website embed gifs lifestyle, only a biiiiiit off put by how it was suddenly harder to maintain eye contact without drifting. Just a little, within the bounds of looking respectfully,
, etc. All within reason, nothing out of the ordinary, so on. Like, in actuality nothing odd in the way Mona was carrying herself, objectively. To reiterate: eye contact, casual smile, relaxed rearrangement into a bean shape. No self-consciousness here whatsoever.
“And yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
Not everything, but a lot of what her friend knew about how-to-girl, was notarized by Mona’s spider signature. Balayage, douyin, contour, groomed brows, hair decs, acrylics, hyaluronic acidarms, body, legs, flesh, skin, bone, sinew, and full credit to Leah, she learned fast.
“Hold up,” she beckoned, twice, pinkie finger. “Let Mom get a look.”
LK, little pogchamp, etc, complied. Seated side by side Mona leaned in until the smoothness of her foundation turned to little jigsaw pieces interlocking over the topography of her face. Remember: only half the battle is the makeup. The rest is the lighting and the camera (and the genetics but we Do Not Perceive). Much as they were close enough for Mona’s hyperfixation on the color and shape of her friend (roommate coded)’s lips to matter, Mona felt no impulse to throw herself into Leah’s arms. She was Kowalski, analysis. Her brain locked and loaded, no scoped, get no scoooooped, the NRA could never, etc.
“Hmmm…”
“Your eyeliner is crisp. Good wing, even on both sides. Love the blush, good color… Rare Beauty? I think it be? But yeah, it works well both casually at school and for LKLP stuff. Good sizzle. Followed the contour of your cheekbones well. Yeah. For sure. It’s all looking on point today, my apprentice.”
Did the student surpass the master? Eh. Still. Headpats for a job well done. Mona’s hand bounced off the crown of LK’s skull once, gently. Lingered, rubbed a bit. Back and forth, light squeeze of her fingers. Their faces stayed close at a very friendly and platonic life buddies distance.
“Good girl.” And yes Mona knew that was very sus coded, but plAusIbLE deNiaBiLiTy (insert CIA relevant documentation here).
“Did my time, took my chances,” Mona hummed back as loud.
Mona rebutted in kindhomegrown random ahh website embed gifs lifestyle, only a biiiiiit off put by how it was suddenly harder to maintain eye contact without drifting. Just a little, within the bounds of looking respectfully,
, etc. All within reason, nothing out of the ordinary, so on. Like, in actuality nothing odd in the way Mona was carrying herself, objectively. To reiterate: eye contact, casual smile, relaxed rearrangement into a bean shape. No self-consciousness here whatsoever.“And yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
Not everything, but a lot of what her friend knew about how-to-girl, was notarized by Mona’s spider signature. Balayage, douyin, contour, groomed brows, hair decs, acrylics, hyaluronic acidarms, body, legs, flesh, skin, bone, sinew, and full credit to Leah, she learned fast.
“Hold up,” she beckoned, twice, pinkie finger. “Let Mom get a look.”
LK, little pogchamp, etc, complied. Seated side by side Mona leaned in until the smoothness of her foundation turned to little jigsaw pieces interlocking over the topography of her face. Remember: only half the battle is the makeup. The rest is the lighting and the camera (and the genetics but we Do Not Perceive). Much as they were close enough for Mona’s hyperfixation on the color and shape of her friend (roommate coded)’s lips to matter, Mona felt no impulse to throw herself into Leah’s arms. She was Kowalski, analysis. Her brain locked and loaded, no scoped, get no scoooooped, the NRA could never, etc.
“Hmmm…”
“Your eyeliner is crisp. Good wing, even on both sides. Love the blush, good color… Rare Beauty? I think it be? But yeah, it works well both casually at school and for LKLP stuff. Good sizzle. Followed the contour of your cheekbones well. Yeah. For sure. It’s all looking on point today, my apprentice.”
Did the student surpass the master? Eh. Still. Headpats for a job well done. Mona’s hand bounced off the crown of LK’s skull once, gently. Lingered, rubbed a bit. Back and forth, light squeeze of her fingers. Their faces stayed close at a very friendly and platonic life buddies distance.
“Good girl.” And yes Mona knew that was very sus coded, but plAusIbLE deNiaBiLiTy (insert CIA relevant documentation here).
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LK obeyed almost instinctively, something that might’ve been worth examining if she’d even noticed herself doing it, even noticed the pattern. Mona inspected, LK sat still, was inspected. The inspector determined that LK’s presentation was Really Good, as the subject herself nodded along, confirmed where she’d gotten her blusher, and tried really hard not to look overly proud though her smile grew with each passing clause.
Then, Mona patted her head.
LK’s heart skipped a beat.
Don’t make it weird.
Sure, this exact thing was more or less all she wanted from a woman (okay, plenty of other, dirtier things too, but this sort of affection was the stuff of her fondest dreams), sure Mona was gorgeous, sure LK had basically worshipped her since middle school, sure they were so close the hypothetical audience must already be screaming just kiss already!
Sure all of that, but don’t make it weird.
Because Mona needed a friend, not another problem. Because Mona was straight, so she signalled at least. Because you don’t just go ruining a good thing by reading too much into a little sussy affection. After all the, well, everything, LK had been one of only a few to stick by her, and that sort of thing mattered, mattered too much to jeopardise by being horny.
Normal rhythm resumed, breath returned to lungs, everything was good, she just needed a second to catch herself there. All good.
Good girl.
Okay.
Rebooting.
Breathe. Where was she again? Fuck-marry-killing Piltover's Finest globgrog06 Death card to turn a 4 of Diamonds into another foil Ace of Hearts with a red seal Meal Team Six think about homework later LAN party prayge emoji risin' up ri~isin u~up~ Lovecraft hell thanks Max0r patreon dot com slash fwob makeup analysis good girl aaaaaaaand there she was back in the room.
Back with Mona's face and eyes and mouth and lips and all the everything wayyyyyyyy too close for comfort and yep backing up, backing up, backing up...
"Anyway! I didn't mention yet! New guy dropped!"
LK lunged off to the side, landing tummy-first on the edge of her bed in a thoroughly uncomfortable fashion. Refused to move to a more sensible position, waggled her arm around until her questing fingers closed around something soft and friendly. Twisted back around to slide down to be seated on the floor again, then scooted back over to Mona and the precious Shake Shack bounty with plush porcine in hand. Something nice and chaste to pull her thoughts away from all the, well, everything. She hoped the time spent turned away was enough for the very real blush to recede back to safety behind the one she applied on purpose for Pinterest dot com hashtag Aesthetics. Doubtful.
"He's Hogchamp!"
LK immediately demonstrated Hogchamp's functionality by nuzzling his fuzzy snout into the crook of her shoulder and rubbing her cheek against his soft flank, in case there were any doubt what he was for.
Then, Mona patted her head.
LK’s heart skipped a beat.
Don’t make it weird.
Sure, this exact thing was more or less all she wanted from a woman (okay, plenty of other, dirtier things too, but this sort of affection was the stuff of her fondest dreams), sure Mona was gorgeous, sure LK had basically worshipped her since middle school, sure they were so close the hypothetical audience must already be screaming just kiss already!
Sure all of that, but don’t make it weird.
Because Mona needed a friend, not another problem. Because Mona was straight, so she signalled at least. Because you don’t just go ruining a good thing by reading too much into a little sussy affection. After all the, well, everything, LK had been one of only a few to stick by her, and that sort of thing mattered, mattered too much to jeopardise by being horny.
Normal rhythm resumed, breath returned to lungs, everything was good, she just needed a second to catch herself there. All good.
Good girl.
Okay.
Rebooting.
Breathe. Where was she again? Fuck-marry-killing Piltover's Finest globgrog06 Death card to turn a 4 of Diamonds into another foil Ace of Hearts with a red seal Meal Team Six think about homework later LAN party prayge emoji risin' up ri~isin u~up~ Lovecraft hell thanks Max0r patreon dot com slash fwob makeup analysis good girl aaaaaaaand there she was back in the room.
Back with Mona's face and eyes and mouth and lips and all the everything wayyyyyyyy too close for comfort and yep backing up, backing up, backing up...
"Anyway! I didn't mention yet! New guy dropped!"
LK lunged off to the side, landing tummy-first on the edge of her bed in a thoroughly uncomfortable fashion. Refused to move to a more sensible position, waggled her arm around until her questing fingers closed around something soft and friendly. Twisted back around to slide down to be seated on the floor again, then scooted back over to Mona and the precious Shake Shack bounty with plush porcine in hand. Something nice and chaste to pull her thoughts away from all the, well, everything. She hoped the time spent turned away was enough for the very real blush to recede back to safety behind the one she applied on purpose for Pinterest dot com hashtag Aesthetics. Doubtful.
"He's Hogchamp!"
LK immediately demonstrated Hogchamp's functionality by nuzzling his fuzzy snout into the crook of her shoulder and rubbing her cheek against his soft flank, in case there were any doubt what he was for.
Mona probably should have backed off first but that was the story of her whole life, weren't it? She hadn't gotten this far taking the high road. There were actually so few places of elevation in the Vegas suburbs that she rarely used the high road in a literal sense. She sat there, waaaaatching LK. Eyes more brainless than your typical e-thotty, so on.
Far from it, actually. Terminal case of no grass that Leah was, she was ackshually
one of the smarter people in Mona's life. Okay, like. There weren't a lot of people in Mona's life period, but! Among the (un)elite few and proud who Mona considered worthy of bothering when she was lonely and needed attention, many such cases, LK was one of the ones of all time. Who was, like, going to college all while growing her content creator brand. Two things at the same time! Like girls, or hot dogs, or similar. All that to say, Mona knew LK was actually busily experiencing an entire universe of higher (non weed version) thought. The girl had memes for days, deep in the inner mechanations of her mind (see? Mona was already scraping the bottom of the barrel for terminally online things she could re(meme)ber. Normie Spongebob refs? Roblox death noise, etc.).
LK finally came back to Earth and backed off. Suited Mona just fine. If their faces had been shoved against each other longer it would have been an /ff. Mona backing up. Or, Mona just diving right in for the kiss. 50/50, really.
"Heeeey Hogchamp."
Mona, smiles, made the sort of full throat snort snort that even she wouldn't have been unhinged enough to make in public. Well, usually, given how intrusive some of her thoughts got sometimes. Say, all the ones about the girl she was sharing the room with.
" ... I can understand him! He's saying his new Mommy's the cutest ever."
in the sense that cutest ever was a total understatement
"I dunno about thaaaaaat," Mona teased, trailing off with a coy shrug. "So you're telling me with a straight face that we won't be cooking and eating bacon for dinner tonight?" Mona mimed flipping a pan with one hand. "Seriously though, God. Will there ever come a point where you stop buying new plushies? Your bed is more cute bois than actual bed."
Far from it, actually. Terminal case of no grass that Leah was, she was ackshually
one of the smarter people in Mona's life. Okay, like. There weren't a lot of people in Mona's life period, but! Among the (un)elite few and proud who Mona considered worthy of bothering when she was lonely and needed attention, many such cases, LK was one of the ones of all time. Who was, like, going to college all while growing her content creator brand. Two things at the same time! Like girls, or hot dogs, or similar. All that to say, Mona knew LK was actually busily experiencing an entire universe of higher (non weed version) thought. The girl had memes for days, deep in the inner mechanations of her mind (see? Mona was already scraping the bottom of the barrel for terminally online things she could re(meme)ber. Normie Spongebob refs? Roblox death noise, etc.).
LK finally came back to Earth and backed off. Suited Mona just fine. If their faces had been shoved against each other longer it would have been an /ff. Mona backing up. Or, Mona just diving right in for the kiss. 50/50, really.
"Heeeey Hogchamp."
Mona, smiles, made the sort of full throat snort snort that even she wouldn't have been unhinged enough to make in public. Well, usually, given how intrusive some of her thoughts got sometimes. Say, all the ones about the girl she was sharing the room with.
" ... I can understand him! He's saying his new Mommy's the cutest ever."
in the sense that cutest ever was a total understatement"I dunno about thaaaaaat," Mona teased, trailing off with a coy shrug. "So you're telling me with a straight face that we won't be cooking and eating bacon for dinner tonight?" Mona mimed flipping a pan with one hand. "Seriously though, God. Will there ever come a point where you stop buying new plushies? Your bed is more cute bois than actual bed."
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”Noooooooo!”
LK sprung into action, covering Hogchamp’s innocent little fuzzy ears with her hands. Well, perhaps more accurately just cradling his entire head, which would’ve easily fit in just one palm, but the thought was there.
“Don’t speak such evil to my innocent child! Besides, I’ve never had a straight face!”
Even her socks today were in a particularly gay orange and pink.
“Kind of impossible when there’s a pretty girl in my room flirting with me, right in front of my borgar.”
LK pouted, very exaggeratedly.
“Whilst being straight, like a big jerk. The cutebois would never betray me like that.”
LK sprung into action, covering Hogchamp’s innocent little fuzzy ears with her hands. Well, perhaps more accurately just cradling his entire head, which would’ve easily fit in just one palm, but the thought was there.
“Don’t speak such evil to my innocent child! Besides, I’ve never had a straight face!”
Even her socks today were in a particularly gay orange and pink.
“Kind of impossible when there’s a pretty girl in my room flirting with me, right in front of my borgar.”
LK pouted, very exaggeratedly.
“Whilst being straight, like a big jerk. The cutebois would never betray me like that.”
As Leah so succinctly put it. Mona stooped over to Hogchamp, nose to nose. Big smile, cute baby noises. No way she'd hurt her little poggy. Well, littler than her main poggy, the one with the eyeliner with the Rare Beauty with the peak cheekbone contour mapping. Seriously, excellent color blending. Almost hard to see even this close up.
Mona withdrew after a whole few seconds of eeeeeeee etc. Back to a spine that she consciously made sure was relaxed, lest she give the game away yet again (wait what game? Was it ranked? Did Mona skill diff in terms of hiding her power levels so Leah didn't realize she was sitting in spitting (no don't go there brain) distance of a girl whose heart accelerated call that CERN at the mere thought of laviscous hand holdingManuel's hand dwarfing her own. Oooooh the painful memories but also decenter men simple as)?
"Yeah yeah, you got that queer signaling." No no no wait not the actual serious business Stella aura take, what about, this one. "I could never."
Mona took one of her friiiiiies and failed to dramatically shear it in half because she wasn't about that life (you all know what the reference).
"And damn, you got a good pout." No delulu Mona, keep it in pocket, the useless ass sewn pocket squished right up against her thigh that couldn't fit a credit card let alone a full wallet, even the slim stylish ones. "Ya'll out here Dead or Alive juicy lips-ing."
A pause.
Cursory burgor chomp. Tomato and lettuce dissolving between her teeth for the daythat was her full meal for the day done and dusted, by the way. She'd a c c i d e n t a l l y leave the rest on Leah's floor.
A pauuuuuuuuse.
Awkward. Mona's neurons summoned thoughts from the abyssal depths and she struggle to force them to see the light of day.
"I mean."
"I've kind of been questioning that lately. Y'know? Being totally straight and all."
"Y'know."
Bite the burger, stuff calories she didn't really want in her mouth. It let her busy her tongue before it could make more noises that would feel like a death sentence right here, localized entierly to Leah's still a bit too cold room, Mona's technicolor blood staining her carpet (gone sexual ( WTF don't use those ideas in the same mental space ever again Mona) ).
Mona withdrew after a whole few seconds of eeeeeeee etc. Back to a spine that she consciously made sure was relaxed, lest she give the game away yet again (wait what game? Was it ranked? Did Mona skill diff in terms of hiding her power levels so Leah didn't realize she was sitting in spitting (no don't go there brain) distance of a girl whose heart accelerated call that CERN at the mere thought of laviscous hand holdingManuel's hand dwarfing her own. Oooooh the painful memories but also decenter men simple as)?
"Yeah yeah, you got that queer signaling." No no no wait not the actual serious business Stella aura take, what about, this one. "I could never."
Mona took one of her friiiiiies and failed to dramatically shear it in half because she wasn't about that life (you all know what the reference).
"And damn, you got a good pout." No delulu Mona, keep it in pocket, the useless ass sewn pocket squished right up against her thigh that couldn't fit a credit card let alone a full wallet, even the slim stylish ones. "Ya'll out here Dead or Alive juicy lips-ing."
A pause.
Cursory burgor chomp. Tomato and lettuce dissolving between her teeth for the daythat was her full meal for the day done and dusted, by the way. She'd a c c i d e n t a l l y leave the rest on Leah's floor.
A pauuuuuuuuse.
Awkward. Mona's neurons summoned thoughts from the abyssal depths and she struggle to force them to see the light of day.
"I mean."
"I've kind of been questioning that lately. Y'know? Being totally straight and all."
"Y'know."
Bite the burger, stuff calories she didn't really want in her mouth. It let her busy her tongue before it could make more noises that would feel like a death sentence right here, localized entierly to Leah's still a bit too cold room, Mona's technicolor blood staining her carpet (gone sexual ( WTF don't use those ideas in the same mental space ever again Mona) ).
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Nothing to do but sit there beaming like an idiot, holding onto a small plush pig whilst one of the hottest girls in school rubbed noses with it. Honestly? This, this was what it was all about. Even the brainrot drifted from LK’d mind for a moment, all thoughts of what she might be missing on Discord or in her Twitch chat chased away by the simple joy of a good friend and a funny hog. Some day, maybe, she’d have a serious girlfriend for this sort of thing, to be a silly little gremlin with, and then kiss and snuggle in the plushy pile… But then it was over, and little Hogchamp was deposited safely in LK’s lap.
Queer signalling? LK pointedly checked her nails, all done up in pastel pink, baby blue, shock white.
“You think I make it too obvious maybe?”
“A little bit.” Mona jerked a finger the way of the trans flag covering a good chunk of LK’s wall. “Juuuust a little.”
To her great shame though, the peak gooner fighting game was actually not one that the peak gooner herself was all that familiar with. Fighting games in general weren’t really LK’s thing, besides Smash Bros, and even then only casually. Her power level, exposed.
So like Mona, she too took the cue to tuck into some food while it was still decently warm and think of something clever to say. Honestly the meal had gone a bit neglected among us all the everything else anyway. Monch monch.
Chew, swallow. Mona seemed to be on the cusp of adding something.
Oh.
Oh hello. owo, what’s this?
LK leaned the fuck in, as close up again as the catastrophic good girl incident of 2025 (thousands dead). But not for a kiss. Obviously. She can take "no" for an answer. Eventually.
“Say more.”
Because there was no way Mona meant her, right? She’d have said so if she did. LK was right there and known to be… Alexa tell me a polite way to call myself slutty?
“Who’s the lucky girl? Is she hot? Obviously she’s hot, why am I asking.”
“Uh. I mean-”
The occasional flirting between them? Playful. Banter. It wasn’t real, no matter how much LK would jump at the chance. Because she’d jump at any chance with any girl anyways.
“When’d you realise? I wanna hear all the everything! Did he-who-must-not-be-named really turn you off dudes that bad?”
“Ouch, jeez.” Mona smiled, regardless. Sharp all teeth smile, giving the ‘hell yeah’, giving the ‘call an ambulance for my emotional damage’. It went either/or with the queen bitch of the universe (the dasheth1 discord server).
A little cheeky smirk, LK knew that wasn’t how it worked, and yet, still kinda thought maybe it was how. Shame she had the same parts then, if that was what Mona was getting away from. Did it occur to her that Mona might still be hurting? Not really, but as far as she was concerned, Manuel was just one of Those Sports Jerks. Sure Mona kinda went absolutely insane-o mode but hey maybe some of that was on him. LK hadn't pried.
Anyway. Of course it wasn’t her. If she wasn’t so unattractive to normal girls maybe she wouldn’t have to pander to internet gooners for validation instead. And Mona had seen her in The Before anyway, she knew the stock LK before the modifications. She just pitied her, right?
So maybe she should pry? Maybe she should just gently put on the table that she was available to listen, let Mona decide? Something like that. She paid enough attention to Chat's bullshit, why not some to something important? Someone important.
“Sorry that was a lot of questions at once I’m just like, woag! Huge lore drop! You can take your time I am Here. For. You. bestie.”
Beat.
“Is it one of those butch boxing girls? Or a cheerleader?”
Hey just because it wasn’t her didn’t mean LK wasn’t excited and curious.
Queer signalling? LK pointedly checked her nails, all done up in pastel pink, baby blue, shock white.
“You think I make it too obvious maybe?”
“A little bit.” Mona jerked a finger the way of the trans flag covering a good chunk of LK’s wall. “Juuuust a little.”
To her great shame though, the peak gooner fighting game was actually not one that the peak gooner herself was all that familiar with. Fighting games in general weren’t really LK’s thing, besides Smash Bros, and even then only casually. Her power level, exposed.
So like Mona, she too took the cue to tuck into some food while it was still decently warm and think of something clever to say. Honestly the meal had gone a bit neglected among us all the everything else anyway. Monch monch.
Chew, swallow. Mona seemed to be on the cusp of adding something.
Oh.
Oh hello. owo, what’s this?
LK leaned the fuck in, as close up again as the catastrophic good girl incident of 2025 (thousands dead). But not for a kiss. Obviously. She can take "no" for an answer. Eventually.
“Say more.”
Because there was no way Mona meant her, right? She’d have said so if she did. LK was right there and known to be… Alexa tell me a polite way to call myself slutty?
“Who’s the lucky girl? Is she hot? Obviously she’s hot, why am I asking.”
“Uh. I mean-”
The occasional flirting between them? Playful. Banter. It wasn’t real, no matter how much LK would jump at the chance. Because she’d jump at any chance with any girl anyways.
“When’d you realise? I wanna hear all the everything! Did he-who-must-not-be-named really turn you off dudes that bad?”
“Ouch, jeez.” Mona smiled, regardless. Sharp all teeth smile, giving the ‘hell yeah’, giving the ‘call an ambulance for my emotional damage’. It went either/or with the queen bitch of the universe (the dasheth1 discord server).
A little cheeky smirk, LK knew that wasn’t how it worked, and yet, still kinda thought maybe it was how. Shame she had the same parts then, if that was what Mona was getting away from. Did it occur to her that Mona might still be hurting? Not really, but as far as she was concerned, Manuel was just one of Those Sports Jerks. Sure Mona kinda went absolutely insane-o mode but hey maybe some of that was on him. LK hadn't pried.
Anyway. Of course it wasn’t her. If she wasn’t so unattractive to normal girls maybe she wouldn’t have to pander to internet gooners for validation instead. And Mona had seen her in The Before anyway, she knew the stock LK before the modifications. She just pitied her, right?
So maybe she should pry? Maybe she should just gently put on the table that she was available to listen, let Mona decide? Something like that. She paid enough attention to Chat's bullshit, why not some to something important? Someone important.
“Sorry that was a lot of questions at once I’m just like, woag! Huge lore drop! You can take your time I am Here. For. You. bestie.”
Beat.
“Is it one of those butch boxing girls? Or a cheerleader?”
Hey just because it wasn’t her didn’t mean LK wasn’t excited and curious.
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She kept up the plausible deniability of eating, As it turns out, you actually can just eat one.
“No don’t worry. Trust me, I have as many questions as you do.” For Leah and, really, for herself. And for her therapist but, different place, different time. In the here and now, which Mona to be fair rarely inhabited, Leah was There. For. Her. Which to be fair Leah always was. Which, y’know. Made Mona generally happier than she was ever willing to unironically admit, not to Chat, not to Discord, not to her own parents. Jimena, maybe. If the stars aligned. And to her own therapist, of course, but not in the sort of manner that actually implied any emotion besides r/iamverysmart.
“... It’s more than one girl. Multiclassing right out of the tutorial level, y’know?”
Had Mona used that term right? Among all the forms of unfathomable dork-ery she engaged in, TTRPGs were not one of them. Yet. If she found a group where she wouldn’t be the only womanStella take your damn works cited elsewhere and just let me watch you walk away in slow motion she might someday be willing to engage.
“Mmmm. Like, I’ll spill the tea.”
Some of it. The half of the fresh brew that didn't carry the slightest motes of creamsicle. Mona carefully adjusted her posture. Mott’s brand criss-cross, the OG ish. Normally she was a bit more willing to really sink into Leah’s floor, maximize the amount of space she took up, thigh squish, etc etc but uh. Not now. Self-conscious. Proper posture. Stiff spine. Do not perceive the weaknesses in the body language, etc.
“So yeah. Uh, a few questions first. Just so I can, y’know. Get some context or something.” And unlike talking to Stella, trying to learn something from Leah would likely not end in Mona’s utter masochistichumiliation.
“Like, how did you figure out you were into women?”
LK was visibly caught short, unsure how to really answer in a way that would be any use. She was silent for a moment, rare for someone who usually couldn’t stop talking. No matter how baffling Chat’s interactions got, she almost always had some remark up her sleeve to pivot to. After several seconds broken only by her finger tapping her lower lip, she responded.
“I mean, at some point I just kinda… did? Puberty and shit?”
Relatable.
“I’m not sure there was a moment, I think I was always drawn to girls, first I knew I wanted to be, or I guess, always was, one. And then at some point I knew I wanted to be around them too, even though it was mostly boys I shared interests with, I just… wanted pretty girls near me. And y’know, internet, culture, society… I started realising what it was I wanted to be around them for.”
Okay. Got it, that made sense. Mona knew sexuality was not something in one’s purveyance. Much as AO3 enjoyers tried to make it so, etc. That seemed fairly straightforward. So. If Mona was expressing an attraction to girls, she had probably always had one. Like, if she thought back to it… brain cells… Quiet days, Freshman year, early spring, the time when Vegas air started really getting in your face with the stale dust and the dry burn. Patio out back behind the kitchen, Jimena’s voice drifting in through the screen door as she loudly argued about some kid named James being Hot or Not. Mona scrolling through her phone, in theory looking for cosplay inspo, in practice just ogling hot guys. And she definitely remembered lingering too long, and not really noticing it at the time, on…
uuuuuuUUUHHHHH that DEFINITELY HAD TO BE A COINCIDENCE yeah time to keep asking things before LK started staring at her, any more confused by the pensive silence with Mona’s eyes drilling holes into the wall.
“What is it like? Do, uh, do you ever feel judged by others? Like I know nobody reeeeally cares but still. Microaggressions. Stuff like that.”
“Like, being gay? I dunno, I don’t get a lot of shit for it that like, I notice? I guess the blue hair and pronouns are gonna cancel me for not being intersectional with it, but I think it gets buried under the whole trans thing.”
Wait, was intersectionality a bad word? Was Mona a bad feminist (yes, the answer is yes)? Whoops, put another tally mark on the ‘never happening with Stella’ board, et cetera (not necessarily in the sense that Stella probably believed anything like that, but because Mona couldn’t cite her sources, APA format, etc.).
“Like if someone’s coming into chat to cause problems, they’re telling me I’m a dude. Or like, I’m rolling up to the store in a skirt and getting sir’d by some smartass with a rebel flag hat who thinks he’s the first one to come up with that clever bit. I almost wish someone would call me a dyke instead—"
Okay that was Not something Mona had to write down, right (in what context would that information be usefulthe delulu context where they were cuddling half naked in that bed right over there)
“—be a change, kinda low-key affirming too… but then I’d have to actually go outside with a girlfriend.”
LK chuckled at that last bit. A little bit forced, deflecting with humour was a standard manoeuvre for her, locked in muscle-memory. Mona recognized it well. She knew LK often made passes at folk, and did have girls she played proverbial (literal?) footsies with every now and then. That giga tall girl in wrestling, Lily something? That was one of them.
But Mona had always gotten the sense that it wasn’t enough. Love wanted where only lust could be found. Or something poetic like thatTimothy 2:22.
“And uh. Total aside but, like. What’s your type?”
Mona felt like that wasn’t the first time she’d ever asked that question, but now the answer suddenly took on a new dimension.
Another punch thrown and landed. Mona was getting in some good haymakers, blindsiding her friend. All without meaning to, et cetera. God this was an awkward segment of their conversation.
“Well, that’s kinda hard to pin down. If we weren’t all serious’d up I guess I’d say uwu muscle mommy step on me, but… it’s not really physical strength, more like uh, strong personality? Confidence? Vi was definitely a bit of an awakening, so maybe some of that queer signalling and a cocky edge, gimme pink hair and tattoos and…”
LK bit her lip for a moment, squirming slightly.
“Y’know, a… take-charge attitude?”
The metaphorical audience that’d been yelling at them to kiss before? Now they were pointing at LK and declaring bottom. She couldn’t deny it.
“I mean, you probably noticed I had a huge crush on you back in middle school, before I calibrated the ol’ gaydar and…”
Wait, since when had Mona had a take-charge attitude? Huh. Revelations on revelations2:11 today.
LK paused again. Seemed to be silently weighing something the same way Chipotle employees made sure one got the minimum possible amount of actual substance in their orders.
“I mean, even if, like, y-you wouldn’t wanna take a risk with a perfectly good friendship, so… yeah, I’ll stick for pining for those heavy metal girls, o-or whatever.”
It…
Almost seemed too obvious. Too easy. It had to be a hypothetical. What was a little intellectual exercise ‘oh I like you, you like me, we can make a happy family’ between two gal-pals?
Mona wasn’t stupid. LK also wasn’t, Mona had just gone over that a bit ago, but in this particular instance LK’s hopium tanks were giving her contact high until she was just mentally Not There. Like. Yeah, duh. Mona had seen that crush back in middle school. Had seen how it was still alive in high school. Was going to pretend now, of all time, she did not Perceive.
She didn’t know how else she could possibly handle, like, any of this. It was too real. Stella, at least, was hidden behind the shroud of never ever happening. It was safer to be hopelessly into her as opposed to hopefully being into one of her few actual safe spaces in real life, and risking exploding everything for something as stupid as emotions or whatever.
“Yeah okay. No, thanks, that all helps a lot.”
Mona almost reached for her burger againew ew ew you’re done for the day you’re done for the week. Like. Something to steady her sudden nerves. As if she cared (she totally cared (god she was cooked (don’t judge me (I deserve it though)
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Et cetera.
“So, like. Do you remember that one redhead cheerleader? The short one. The one not obsessed with cars.”
She kept up the plausible deniability of eating, As it turns out, you actually can just eat one.
“No don’t worry. Trust me, I have as many questions as you do.” For Leah and, really, for herself. And for her therapist but, different place, different time. In the here and now, which Mona to be fair rarely inhabited, Leah was There. For. Her. Which to be fair Leah always was. Which, y’know. Made Mona generally happier than she was ever willing to unironically admit, not to Chat, not to Discord, not to her own parents. Jimena, maybe. If the stars aligned. And to her own therapist, of course, but not in the sort of manner that actually implied any emotion besides r/iamverysmart.
“... It’s more than one girl. Multiclassing right out of the tutorial level, y’know?”
Had Mona used that term right? Among all the forms of unfathomable dork-ery she engaged in, TTRPGs were not one of them. Yet. If she found a group where she wouldn’t be the only womanStella take your damn works cited elsewhere and just let me watch you walk away in slow motion she might someday be willing to engage.
“Mmmm. Like, I’ll spill the tea.”
Some of it. The half of the fresh brew that didn't carry the slightest motes of creamsicle. Mona carefully adjusted her posture. Mott’s brand criss-cross, the OG ish. Normally she was a bit more willing to really sink into Leah’s floor, maximize the amount of space she took up, thigh squish, etc etc but uh. Not now. Self-conscious. Proper posture. Stiff spine. Do not perceive the weaknesses in the body language, etc.
“So yeah. Uh, a few questions first. Just so I can, y’know. Get some context or something.” And unlike talking to Stella, trying to learn something from Leah would likely not end in Mona’s utter masochistichumiliation.
“Like, how did you figure out you were into women?”
LK was visibly caught short, unsure how to really answer in a way that would be any use. She was silent for a moment, rare for someone who usually couldn’t stop talking. No matter how baffling Chat’s interactions got, she almost always had some remark up her sleeve to pivot to. After several seconds broken only by her finger tapping her lower lip, she responded.
“I mean, at some point I just kinda… did? Puberty and shit?”
Relatable.
“I’m not sure there was a moment, I think I was always drawn to girls, first I knew I wanted to be, or I guess, always was, one. And then at some point I knew I wanted to be around them too, even though it was mostly boys I shared interests with, I just… wanted pretty girls near me. And y’know, internet, culture, society… I started realising what it was I wanted to be around them for.”
Okay. Got it, that made sense. Mona knew sexuality was not something in one’s purveyance. Much as AO3 enjoyers tried to make it so, etc. That seemed fairly straightforward. So. If Mona was expressing an attraction to girls, she had probably always had one. Like, if she thought back to it… brain cells… Quiet days, Freshman year, early spring, the time when Vegas air started really getting in your face with the stale dust and the dry burn. Patio out back behind the kitchen, Jimena’s voice drifting in through the screen door as she loudly argued about some kid named James being Hot or Not. Mona scrolling through her phone, in theory looking for cosplay inspo, in practice just ogling hot guys. And she definitely remembered lingering too long, and not really noticing it at the time, on…
uuuuuuUUUHHHHH that DEFINITELY HAD TO BE A COINCIDENCE yeah time to keep asking things before LK started staring at her, any more confused by the pensive silence with Mona’s eyes drilling holes into the wall.
“What is it like? Do, uh, do you ever feel judged by others? Like I know nobody reeeeally cares but still. Microaggressions. Stuff like that.”
“Like, being gay? I dunno, I don’t get a lot of shit for it that like, I notice? I guess the blue hair and pronouns are gonna cancel me for not being intersectional with it, but I think it gets buried under the whole trans thing.”
Wait, was intersectionality a bad word? Was Mona a bad feminist (yes, the answer is yes)? Whoops, put another tally mark on the ‘never happening with Stella’ board, et cetera (not necessarily in the sense that Stella probably believed anything like that, but because Mona couldn’t cite her sources, APA format, etc.).
“Like if someone’s coming into chat to cause problems, they’re telling me I’m a dude. Or like, I’m rolling up to the store in a skirt and getting sir’d by some smartass with a rebel flag hat who thinks he’s the first one to come up with that clever bit. I almost wish someone would call me a dyke instead—"
Okay that was Not something Mona had to write down, right (in what context would that information be usefulthe delulu context where they were cuddling half naked in that bed right over there)
“—be a change, kinda low-key affirming too… but then I’d have to actually go outside with a girlfriend.”
LK chuckled at that last bit. A little bit forced, deflecting with humour was a standard manoeuvre for her, locked in muscle-memory. Mona recognized it well. She knew LK often made passes at folk, and did have girls she played proverbial (literal?) footsies with every now and then. That giga tall girl in wrestling, Lily something? That was one of them.
But Mona had always gotten the sense that it wasn’t enough. Love wanted where only lust could be found. Or something poetic like thatTimothy 2:22.
“And uh. Total aside but, like. What’s your type?”
Mona felt like that wasn’t the first time she’d ever asked that question, but now the answer suddenly took on a new dimension.
Another punch thrown and landed. Mona was getting in some good haymakers, blindsiding her friend. All without meaning to, et cetera. God this was an awkward segment of their conversation.
“Well, that’s kinda hard to pin down. If we weren’t all serious’d up I guess I’d say uwu muscle mommy step on me, but… it’s not really physical strength, more like uh, strong personality? Confidence? Vi was definitely a bit of an awakening, so maybe some of that queer signalling and a cocky edge, gimme pink hair and tattoos and…”
LK bit her lip for a moment, squirming slightly.
“Y’know, a… take-charge attitude?”
The metaphorical audience that’d been yelling at them to kiss before? Now they were pointing at LK and declaring bottom. She couldn’t deny it.
“I mean, you probably noticed I had a huge crush on you back in middle school, before I calibrated the ol’ gaydar and…”
Wait, since when had Mona had a take-charge attitude? Huh. Revelations on revelations2:11 today.
LK paused again. Seemed to be silently weighing something the same way Chipotle employees made sure one got the minimum possible amount of actual substance in their orders.
“I mean, even if, like, y-you wouldn’t wanna take a risk with a perfectly good friendship, so… yeah, I’ll stick for pining for those heavy metal girls, o-or whatever.”
It…
Almost seemed too obvious. Too easy. It had to be a hypothetical. What was a little intellectual exercise ‘oh I like you, you like me, we can make a happy family’ between two gal-pals?
Mona wasn’t stupid. LK also wasn’t, Mona had just gone over that a bit ago, but in this particular instance LK’s hopium tanks were giving her contact high until she was just mentally Not There. Like. Yeah, duh. Mona had seen that crush back in middle school. Had seen how it was still alive in high school. Was going to pretend now, of all time, she did not Perceive.
She didn’t know how else she could possibly handle, like, any of this. It was too real. Stella, at least, was hidden behind the shroud of never ever happening. It was safer to be hopelessly into her as opposed to hopefully being into one of her few actual safe spaces in real life, and risking exploding everything for something as stupid as emotions or whatever.
“Yeah okay. No, thanks, that all helps a lot.”
Mona almost reached for her burger againew ew ew you’re done for the day you’re done for the week. Like. Something to steady her sudden nerves. As if she cared (she totally cared (god she was cooked (don’t judge me (I deserve it though)
)
)
)
Et cetera.
“So, like. Do you remember that one redhead cheerleader? The short one. The one not obsessed with cars.”
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Oh thank fuck, it wasn't her. That was good, right? Bad because not getting any, good because of all the other reasons.
Of course, LK couldn’t simply express how she felt, like a normal person might. Obviously she couldn’t. That'd be fucking stupid. Sure she could just approach any other girl with incredibly unsubtle offers of plushie-access and sapphic makeouts, but this was Mona, the one and only. So the super fun game of laying down implications like traps and letting Mona choose to walk onto them or not, that was the new meta. Optimal, stick it up on mobalytics.gg. Wait. Fuck. Oh dear lord, she was playing Teemo. Or maybe Jhin. Yeah, not the little Satan creature, Jhin was a much better analogy. Saved it. Mona needed to step in the golden gerchancho, but even if she did, LK needed to be ready to land the W. The W. How apropos, something she didn’t anticipate taking no matter what happened, because even if the stars aligned and LK found herself actually getting somewhere with her all-time number one crush? Still almost-certainly a major L in the near-future, when she inevitably found a way to fuck it up. And then? She wouldn’t just lose another girlfriend, but one of her few true platonic friends.
Once again, putting the L in LGBTQ.
“Yeah, uh,” she began…
Freshman year, 2021. Picture the scene: a scruffy-looking tomboy (or maybe just a boy? hard to tell at a glance) and her unfathomably gorgeous friend are new at Red Rocks, the former is asking the latter for help with establishing a look, a style. She wants to look pretty, feminine, better than she does now. But she doesn’t have the confidence to make bold steps, not yet, not without advice, without encouragement.
Jump cut. The same room those two girls inhabited in the present day, but different. The space is the same one, much of the furniture as it would still be a few years later, but one could use it for a spot-the-difference puzzle. The trans and lesbian pride flags weren’t up yet, the curtains hadn’t been replaced with thicker ones, several plushies were missing from the bed. LK hadn’t yet embraced aggressively signalling her queerness, her streaming career was younger and she hadn’t fully optimised the room’s lighting, and numerous shopping trips hadn’t happened yet.
It’s a couple of days later, discussions have been had, plans made, clothes and makeup purchased. The girl who was previously kinda androgynous, kinda hard to differentiate from a slightly shorter-than-average boy, sits in her desk chair whilst her beautiful friend applies finishing touches to her face. She looks cute. Pretty, even. Beautiful if she may be so bold.
The duo had bought a whole bunch of outfits to try, too many to mix and match them all in store changing rooms, even if they had all come from the some place. But the final outfit, that one had been a mail order. Cheer outfit, in black and red, topped off with a red-orange wig for flair. She’d suggested it as a little joke, you know, for laughs, ha ha. Smiling emoji. But then her friend had agreed that it would be funny, and she’d gotten stuck. Locked in. Had to commit to the bit.
So that’s why she’s standing up, now essentially cosplaying as a classmate, and giving a twirl. Sure the outfit is actually pretty cute, sure the other girl is smiling and maybe there’s something else going on in that expression, but her eyes are aimed lower, admiring her own legs. She never before would’ve believed her friend if she’d just said her legs would look good in a short skirt, and yet. There they are.
In retrospect, maybe it should’ve been obvious at the time, but things were different then. LK was firmly in her “accepting that Mona isn’t into girls” era, and focused on her own issues. It hadn’t raised any sort of flag when Mona had not only not challenged, but enthusiastically agreed with her assessment of the girl she was aping as “the hottest girl in school”, and the glowing praise that followed the glow-up was taken as innocent, platonic appreciation of the aesthetic. Plus, LK herself had been kind of wrapped up in how shocked she was at how good she’d looked. But yes, looking back, she remembered exactly who that was. Thinking on it, it made perfect sense though.
“…Stella, right? You got eyes for the Queen Cheerleader huh?”
Talk about aiming high.
“I’ve still got that outfit if you wanted to double check.”
Wait shit.
Did she just say that? Out loud?
Fuck.
No it’d be okay. She’d just laugh it off as a funny jokey joke from known silly japester LK, and say no.
Right?
Of course, LK couldn’t simply express how she felt, like a normal person might. Obviously she couldn’t. That'd be fucking stupid. Sure she could just approach any other girl with incredibly unsubtle offers of plushie-access and sapphic makeouts, but this was Mona, the one and only. So the super fun game of laying down implications like traps and letting Mona choose to walk onto them or not, that was the new meta. Optimal, stick it up on mobalytics.gg. Wait. Fuck. Oh dear lord, she was playing Teemo. Or maybe Jhin. Yeah, not the little Satan creature, Jhin was a much better analogy. Saved it. Mona needed to step in the golden gerchancho, but even if she did, LK needed to be ready to land the W. The W. How apropos, something she didn’t anticipate taking no matter what happened, because even if the stars aligned and LK found herself actually getting somewhere with her all-time number one crush? Still almost-certainly a major L in the near-future, when she inevitably found a way to fuck it up. And then? She wouldn’t just lose another girlfriend, but one of her few true platonic friends.
Once again, putting the L in LGBTQ.
“Yeah, uh,” she began…
Freshman year, 2021. Picture the scene: a scruffy-looking tomboy (or maybe just a boy? hard to tell at a glance) and her unfathomably gorgeous friend are new at Red Rocks, the former is asking the latter for help with establishing a look, a style. She wants to look pretty, feminine, better than she does now. But she doesn’t have the confidence to make bold steps, not yet, not without advice, without encouragement.
Jump cut. The same room those two girls inhabited in the present day, but different. The space is the same one, much of the furniture as it would still be a few years later, but one could use it for a spot-the-difference puzzle. The trans and lesbian pride flags weren’t up yet, the curtains hadn’t been replaced with thicker ones, several plushies were missing from the bed. LK hadn’t yet embraced aggressively signalling her queerness, her streaming career was younger and she hadn’t fully optimised the room’s lighting, and numerous shopping trips hadn’t happened yet.
It’s a couple of days later, discussions have been had, plans made, clothes and makeup purchased. The girl who was previously kinda androgynous, kinda hard to differentiate from a slightly shorter-than-average boy, sits in her desk chair whilst her beautiful friend applies finishing touches to her face. She looks cute. Pretty, even. Beautiful if she may be so bold.
The duo had bought a whole bunch of outfits to try, too many to mix and match them all in store changing rooms, even if they had all come from the some place. But the final outfit, that one had been a mail order. Cheer outfit, in black and red, topped off with a red-orange wig for flair. She’d suggested it as a little joke, you know, for laughs, ha ha. Smiling emoji. But then her friend had agreed that it would be funny, and she’d gotten stuck. Locked in. Had to commit to the bit.
So that’s why she’s standing up, now essentially cosplaying as a classmate, and giving a twirl. Sure the outfit is actually pretty cute, sure the other girl is smiling and maybe there’s something else going on in that expression, but her eyes are aimed lower, admiring her own legs. She never before would’ve believed her friend if she’d just said her legs would look good in a short skirt, and yet. There they are.
In retrospect, maybe it should’ve been obvious at the time, but things were different then. LK was firmly in her “accepting that Mona isn’t into girls” era, and focused on her own issues. It hadn’t raised any sort of flag when Mona had not only not challenged, but enthusiastically agreed with her assessment of the girl she was aping as “the hottest girl in school”, and the glowing praise that followed the glow-up was taken as innocent, platonic appreciation of the aesthetic. Plus, LK herself had been kind of wrapped up in how shocked she was at how good she’d looked. But yes, looking back, she remembered exactly who that was. Thinking on it, it made perfect sense though.
“…Stella, right? You got eyes for the Queen Cheerleader huh?”
Talk about aiming high.
“I’ve still got that outfit if you wanted to double check.”
Wait shit.
Did she just say that? Out loud?
Fuck.
No it’d be okay. She’d just laugh it off as a funny jokey joke from known silly japester LK, and say no.
Right?
“Yep.” Mona had done it. She had given into normie-ness and why was belonging to society a bad thing, again. “Stella… middle name—” like legit did white people even know their own middle names?
“—Nyquist. She haunts my dreams.”
And no amount of happy feet would let her escape the problem at hand (but she was used to that, duh).
“Whoa, wait. You still have it?”
That brought her baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack, like,
p i c t u r e t h i s
Freshman Year, date and time and general state of Mona’s life entierly memoryholed. Life is good, Meadowbrook Goodwill has two dollar blankets, Mona’s friends group’s expanding to include people she’d definitely be buddies with and cry at graduation with together. There are talks of electing her to a position in anime club before the year was out.
Mona has a lot of girlfriends
(platonic)
god Mona’s thoughts had been organized and coherent once upon a timeand full of boysmell, etc, impossible to imagine nowadays,
but the truest among them is first girl, first period first day middle school, Leah-Kim
(dead name already forgotten)
(not that Mona’s looking for brownie points or anything she legit is just happy that Leah trusts her with being in her most personal space
(and with being there for the first steps of her journey into ‘gram ready femininity, and Mona knows Leah’s going to go far))
and Leah had brought up some interesting ideas about the sorts of looks she wants to explore. But, uh. The cheerleading outfit seems a bit extra. But hey. Doing sportsball stadium bright lights ready makeup’s always a useful skill to have. Leah probably won't ever be sidelines quietly preening in the hopes of being noticed by hot guys
(and Mona already had her eye on one
(shhhhManuel was too good for her))
but, like. Women’s sports teams also exist. Leah will probably snag someone from girl’s b-ball or something.
So days later. Spongebob Time Card, etc.
Leah going skirt spinny— Mona's pretty sure she got that meme right— looking eerily like the bland popular rich JV cheer girl that everyone fawns over who was already hosting parties and mingles that Mona's obligated to go to as someone you were supposed to know if you wanted to be known.
Okay, not like, eerily like Stella LastName. Leah’s joy looks genuine and warm in a way Mona's pretty sure not a single Red Rock student would ever be privileged(?) to see on FirstName Nyqyist’s face. And also the wig’s kinda crappy because Party City, and no amount of wig magic could make it look real, make it look like S.N’s researched hair routine, regular salon visits, perfect queen of the teenagers hair.
One’s her friend. One is real, and one wasn’t as far as Mona was concerned. The shadow on the cave wall, versus something Mona could hug in her own two arms.
And Mona still wanted to hug her, present day, present time. Totally innocent. For sure. Okay maybe it was too warm all of a sudden. Maybe Mona needed to take the L and ask Leah (name misleading, girl never had an L in her life) to turn the AC back up a biiiiit.
Mona could still remember
(she’s so beautiful in makeup
(Mona thought she’d done a good job
(that was definitely the reason she kept staring
(nothing problematic at all
(but the cheer skirt had been, like. a bit tight)))))
and okay those thoughts were (and are, and will be) gross, wrong of her to think.
And yet.
“Do you wanna try it again? I can. Uh. Adjust the allowances as needed.”
Sewing kit in the car. In case of emergenciesyeah ball emergencies with Leah for sure, Manuel could never, holy shit what was wrong with Mona what the god damn fuck she definitely deserved to be cancelled by a multi tweet expose from ErinInTheMorning.
“—Nyquist. She haunts my dreams.”
And no amount of happy feet would let her escape the problem at hand (but she was used to that, duh).
“Whoa, wait. You still have it?”
That brought her baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack, like,
p i c t u r e t h i s
Freshman Year, date and time and general state of Mona’s life entierly memoryholed. Life is good, Meadowbrook Goodwill has two dollar blankets, Mona’s friends group’s expanding to include people she’d definitely be buddies with and cry at graduation with together. There are talks of electing her to a position in anime club before the year was out.
Mona has a lot of girlfriends
(platonic)
god Mona’s thoughts had been organized and coherent once upon a timeand full of boysmell, etc, impossible to imagine nowadays,
but the truest among them is first girl, first period first day middle school, Leah-Kim
(dead name already forgotten)
(not that Mona’s looking for brownie points or anything she legit is just happy that Leah trusts her with being in her most personal space
(and with being there for the first steps of her journey into ‘gram ready femininity, and Mona knows Leah’s going to go far))
and Leah had brought up some interesting ideas about the sorts of looks she wants to explore. But, uh. The cheerleading outfit seems a bit extra. But hey. Doing sportsball stadium bright lights ready makeup’s always a useful skill to have. Leah probably won't ever be sidelines quietly preening in the hopes of being noticed by hot guys
(and Mona already had her eye on one
(shhhhManuel was too good for her))
but, like. Women’s sports teams also exist. Leah will probably snag someone from girl’s b-ball or something.
So days later. Spongebob Time Card, etc.
Leah going skirt spinny— Mona's pretty sure she got that meme right— looking eerily like the bland popular rich JV cheer girl that everyone fawns over who was already hosting parties and mingles that Mona's obligated to go to as someone you were supposed to know if you wanted to be known.
Okay, not like, eerily like Stella LastName. Leah’s joy looks genuine and warm in a way Mona's pretty sure not a single Red Rock student would ever be privileged(?) to see on FirstName Nyqyist’s face. And also the wig’s kinda crappy because Party City, and no amount of wig magic could make it look real, make it look like S.N’s researched hair routine, regular salon visits, perfect queen of the teenagers hair.
One’s her friend. One is real, and one wasn’t as far as Mona was concerned. The shadow on the cave wall, versus something Mona could hug in her own two arms.
And Mona still wanted to hug her, present day, present time. Totally innocent. For sure. Okay maybe it was too warm all of a sudden. Maybe Mona needed to take the L and ask Leah (name misleading, girl never had an L in her life) to turn the AC back up a biiiiit.
Mona could still remember
(she’s so beautiful in makeup
(Mona thought she’d done a good job
(that was definitely the reason she kept staring
(nothing problematic at all
(but the cheer skirt had been, like. a bit tight)))))
and okay those thoughts were (and are, and will be) gross, wrong of her to think.
And yet.
“Do you wanna try it again? I can. Uh. Adjust the allowances as needed.”
Sewing kit in the car. In case of emergenciesyeah ball emergencies with Leah for sure, Manuel could never, holy shit what was wrong with Mona what the god damn fuck she definitely deserved to be cancelled by a multi tweet expose from ErinInTheMorning.
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It occurred to LK, somewhere in the seconds it took Mona to rhetorically ask if she still had the outfit, and inviting her to try it on again for her?? that she hadn't inhaled or exhaled recently, like she'd been subliminally hit with one of those obnoxious memes. Deserved, she'd made enough people lose or similar in her time. Karma. then again her karmic balance seemed very In The Black if this was going where it looked like it was going.
So, um. Exhale, simple as.
Now where was she again?
Right. Offering to dress up in a sorta-fetishy costume for her maybe-bi-curious friend. Normal stuff. She definitely hadn't kept its existence a closely-guarded secret from Chat because she knew damn well they'd never shut up about it, whether or not her intentions in buying the stupid thing had been purely humourous. Which they kind of weren't anyway.
"Wait really?"
That came out without thinking. Tally up a second mark on that particular scale.
"I mean, yeah, if you want?"
Her words? Non-committal. Her tone? Please-don't-identify-it-as-hopeful.
Was it... was it getting too warm? Was she biting her lip? No. Bad. Bad LK. Down girl. Quick! Distraction! She grabbed her milkshake again, busied her face with drinking it so no more reckless words or expressions could come out of it for a while.
So, um. Exhale, simple as.
Now where was she again?
Right. Offering to dress up in a sorta-fetishy costume for her maybe-bi-curious friend. Normal stuff. She definitely hadn't kept its existence a closely-guarded secret from Chat because she knew damn well they'd never shut up about it, whether or not her intentions in buying the stupid thing had been purely humourous. Which they kind of weren't anyway.
"Wait really?"
That came out without thinking. Tally up a second mark on that particular scale.
"I mean, yeah, if you want?"
Her words? Non-committal. Her tone? Please-don't-identify-it-as-hopeful.
Was it... was it getting too warm? Was she biting her lip? No. Bad. Bad LK. Down girl. Quick! Distraction! She grabbed her milkshake again, busied her face with drinking it so no more reckless words or expressions could come out of it for a while.
"Wait really?"
saaaaaame
“Alright.”
“Alright.”
Mona sprung up and left.
Yeah.
She left.
After a mooooooment. Like, she didn’t really want to leave? It was like if she left Leah’s room the illusion would fall apartand Mona would realize she was fake being gay for internet points, which, uh, she felt a legitimate dread at the idea of? It sounded like something she’d do? But she didn’t want it to actually be something she’d do?. It felt like if she was perceived by anyone- Leah’s parents, Leah’s househelp (name was Rozalina, Mona knew that name as opposed to most of the NPCs in any of her current class schedule)- she’d be arrested for being gay or something. Like, unironically. Only in Canon’s Amurica.
Mona came back a few minutes later. She was still Mona, plus, the custom tricked out sewing kit she had repurposed out of Frankenstein-ing three different canvas wallets together, with the cute heart shaped zipper heads because why not. Most out-the-box emergency sewing kits could only repair one hem at most. Mona, in contrast, had enough thread to remake a dress from scratch.
She… did not enter the room, but lingered on the precipicediving off a cliff, diving into Leah's arms, some metaphor along those lines. One, two, tiny taps of her knuckles against the door. Huh. First time she’d done that in like, actual years. It definitely did not mean anything out of the ordinary.
saaaaaame
“Alright.”
“Alright.”
Mona sprung up and left.
Yeah.
She left.
After a mooooooment. Like, she didn’t really want to leave? It was like if she left Leah’s room the illusion would fall apartand Mona would realize she was fake being gay for internet points, which, uh, she felt a legitimate dread at the idea of? It sounded like something she’d do? But she didn’t want it to actually be something she’d do?. It felt like if she was perceived by anyone- Leah’s parents, Leah’s househelp (name was Rozalina, Mona knew that name as opposed to most of the NPCs in any of her current class schedule)- she’d be arrested for being gay or something. Like, unironically. Only in Canon’s Amurica.
Mona came back a few minutes later. She was still Mona, plus, the custom tricked out sewing kit she had repurposed out of Frankenstein-ing three different canvas wallets together, with the cute heart shaped zipper heads because why not. Most out-the-box emergency sewing kits could only repair one hem at most. Mona, in contrast, had enough thread to remake a dress from scratch.
She… did not enter the room, but lingered on the precipicediving off a cliff, diving into Leah's arms, some metaphor along those lines. One, two, tiny taps of her knuckles against the door. Huh. First time she’d done that in like, actual years. It definitely did not mean anything out of the ordinary.