moonstrualcycle | no running in the halls!

It is pretty tedious having to eat so much ice cream and be nice to people I was formerly a dick to.

[there, that's the last unsubtle hint you're getting, although that group of people includes Lea, so maybe it's not that helpful. but Lea's about to have to get up, because Isa's digging her own socked toes into Lea's ribs--]

[ That's another SUSPICIOUS squint on her face, but she doesn't have time to think about it from the actual, physical dig. It makes her squirm instantly and yell while she tries to grab Isa by the ankle. ]

Hey, hey, hey! Hey. None of that on my couch.

[she won't fight it; she'd probably even let Lea push her off on the floor. but that's gotten an honest, actual laugh out of her, because this is more like the shit that was going on prior to getting thrown here.]

Who's gonna stop me, punk? You?

I might. What are you gonna do about it if I do?

[ She looks stunned, at first, expressions flickering through shock and confusion and then into the biggest grin she's had all day. She's kind of like a golden retriever, or something. It's more like she used to be, before they lost their Hearts, when she would get excited and playful as soon as someone went along with whatever dumb plan she wanted. She's amused and laughing herself, but it's because Isa is laughing. It's been a long, long time since she got to hear that. ]

Nothing, probably. Go out for ice cream and not bring you any. Or steal your pillows.

[it's already faded back into a smile, but it's good to get Lea laughing too. it would be really easy here to fall into old habits and ways of thinking for just the two of them, since she's so new to being friends with anyone besides Lea. but she doesn't want that; she's been enjoying hanging out with the kiddos, honest! right now, though, it is just the two of them, and it's okay that she's feeling a little possessive, right? right.]

[ When and if she finds out about Isa getting along with the kids, or when she goes back and experiences it, there will be tears. It's all she wants. To have all of her friends, healthy and happy. But for right now it's just them, so it's okay to be a little possessive on Isa's part, and a little clingy on Lea's. She's going to be attached to her for... a while. ]

The ice cream would be a low blow, but good luck. I have about fifty pillows in the place, and you haven't even seen my bed.

[ That's an exaggeration, but what's the point of living in a place like this if she can't live in luxury? ]

[hoHo, is that some sort of-- no, surely not, she's been here for half an hour. good thing Lea outside of this place was also still being clingy, with basically everyone. near death experiences + getting old friends back will do that. Isa makes an exaggerated show of stretching, one of her feet getting dangerously close to Lea's ribs again.]

Maybe you should go get some of those for out here, then, so I can take over your couch.

[ Nope. Grabbin' that ankle before you get any funny ideas. Also it was actually completely innocent, but it's a fair assumption to make with these two. Lea opens her mouth to say something, watching her with a flat expression, but then she looks away and reaches up with her free hand to scratch the back of her head. ]

The bed's big enough, if you really do want a nap.

[ That is actually also innocent, though the embarrassed way she brings it up could be interpreted differently. Realistically, they were teenage girl bffs who then went through something traumatic where almost everyone else was an evil adult. It was just them. They've probably shared a bed in the past.

And honestly, Lea's scared that, if she leaves her here, or even leaves the room, Isa will disappear. That's what her friends always do. They go away, and then she finds them again, and then they're gone. Again. ]

Only if you're sure. I am pretty tired still.

[she doesn't want to intrude. they're friends, but not entirely the correct friends, not that it matters that much. this is normal for Lea; weird would be something like Even or Ienzo offering to share a bed in the same situation.]

Look, we'll take a nap, then I'll make us food.

[ This is probably only somewhat of a threat, for Isa. She can cook a little... Her grilled cheese is great. ]

Then, I'll show you around.

[ You can practically hear the clinging at this point, but Isa knows her well enough to know that, aside from being a shitty cook, Lea's just stressed by the concept of being apart right now. It'll go away. ]

[nah, she gets it. she never forgot Lea's tendencies, especially when she was exploiting them to be a douche.]

Sounds like a plan. Are you gonna neanderthal me into your bedroom or can I have my foot back?

[Isa has probably dragged Lea places by her ankle in the past, even before she became stronk.]

Not like it wouldn't be justified.

[ She remembers. It's said flatly, but she lets go of Isa and crawls off the couch to stand up, stretching hard as if she needs to look any taller. ]

[dammit, she was hoping for a free ride. oh well, up she gets as well, though she's clearly actual tired and not Lea tired. there's a difference, you know. but she's kind of slouchy, and yawns as she stretches as well.]

It was your own fault back then, for doing things that required me to haul you away by your feet.

It definitely was not my fault.

[ It probably was. Knocking herself on her ass with a frisbee bouncing to the face or something. ]

C'mon, it's behind the wall.

[not worth it to argue that it was totally Lea's fault because she was a dumbass back then; she's too sleepy.]

So did this place have this color scheme when you found it or did you actually bother to personalize it?

You're kidding, right? No, it's the coolest— go sit on the bed, I'll show you.

[ Suddenly she has enough renewed energy to dart over to the wall that separates her bedroom from the living room. Her bed is large, with a thinner blanket but a mountain of soft pillows that have spilled out onto the floor on most of two sides of it. It's in dark red tones, with black sheets. It's a mess, and the short nightstand next to it is also messy, with her phone, a couple books, a lamp, and at least two glasses of varying degrees of emptiness. There's an open bag of chips, but at least she had the decency to put it on the floor next to the bed, so there aren't chip crumbs in the sheets. ]

[oh my god you dork. she'll sit on the bed, but only after compulsively gathering half the pillows and arranging them to her liking. she's frowning at the nightstand though, and also appreciating the sheets which will look great under both of us i mean what.]

Whatever it is, you're a dweeb.

Sure, but what does that say about you.

[ Isa, Friend of Dweebs. That's what. Lea makes a big (but silent) show of waiting while she arranges the pillows, which were in a totally fine and comfortable nest even if over half of them were on the floor, thank you. Then she reaches for the lightswitch, but, oho, there are two of them, and one of them seems to be a set of dials. It kind of looks like a thermostat for an AC, but when she turns it it makes several low clicking noises and the colorful part of the bed changes hues. The black sheets stay black, but the red tones shift through oranges, then yellows, and slower into greens that start at lime and then end in a rich emerald. ]

[parts of the bed changing color make her jump slightly, and then she levels that same flat look at Lea before getting on with settling down.]

It says you're still a dweeb, even though that is pretty cool.

[ This renewed energy is not conducive to napping. She's going to be that annoying sleepover partner who keeps trying to talk when you're falling asleep. She turns the dial until it's the closest shade to what she remembers Isa's favorite color being, unless it's something like neon orange or something in which case you're getting tone down thx. Then she hops over to the bed and folds her legs under her. ]

Admit it. It's the coolest.

[that's okay, Isa probably developed the ability to make vague affirmative noises while actually being asleep purely as a response to Lea being like that. but gosh. this isn't a smile, it's just a trick of the light.]

Nah, the coolest would be if your kitchen produced hot food on demand with no effort.

[ She opens her mouth, snaps it shut, then tries again and just shrugs one shoulder as she flops onto her side. ]

That's fine. Some of the kitchens around this place do that.

[Lea's gettin' lazily thwacked with a pillow. wiggling will not be tolerated, much, so you'd better get settled.]

Again, I have to question how you're still such a stick if that's the case.

[ Oof. She catches the pillow, but looks unfazed. Everyone knows she flops all over the place while she's sleeping, also. ]

Good genes? Magically created food equals magically created calories? I've got theories.

[she squints dubiously at Lea as she gets settled herself.]

...you're sure this isn't weird? Like, it is weird, but.

[uncomfortably so, she means. between her own hangups about the last twoish weeks having felt like she was intruding on quality time with the kiddos, and the fact that this isn't quite the correct Lea, she's feeling really hesitant about a lot of this. won't stop her from latching on and becoming dead weight to keep Lea from moving around so much, though.]

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