Tabitha Smith | Boom Boom.
“At everything? I don’t know about all that, but most things yeah. I still suck at that arcade claw game. All I wanted was a funko pop of elvis.” Tabby laughed, and it had always been easy to just be herself and feel no judgment from Amara. “I can be good on occasion I guess, but it’s not my go to. My usual is just hot, just like yourself.” It was nice to find that one person you could always rely on, always fall back on, and know that they’d always be there. Tabby would set the world on fire for Amara, she loved the girl more than she loved herself. “Now look at that confidence miss thing, it’s what I love to see.” she giggled. “I’ll just be Tabitha no need to put a hero or vigilante label on it or anything. I mean what’s the point, I’ll say I’m a hero aand then someone complains that my costume is too sexy and I’m a social menace which all true things but still it’s annoying.” she shrugged leaning her head on Amara’s shoulder. “You as a blonde makes so much fucking sense bestie, and yes you look so good. I doubt you’d look bad in any hair color if I’m being honest, but this blonde just screams you. You’re gonna have a lot of eyes on you love, guys, girls, doop probably.”
“Everything that counts I guess.” Things like making Amara’s day brighter then it was before, giving her confidence, making her smile. It was art that only Tabitha excelled at. Perhaps it was bias of Amara, thinking so highly of Tabitha as she did. Yet there was no one else like her. How could she think of her as anything else but amazing? “Funko Pop of Elvis, I will remember that for any upcoming holidays.” There was nothing noteworthy coming anytime soon, and the closest in the past was Valentine’s Day. Maybe she’d just surprise Tabitha with it one of these days, claim it as an anniversary (were friendship anniversary’s a thing? She didn’t remember theirs but she wanted to gift her, she couldn’t help it. She liked spoiling Tabby). “I don’t know about that, in my eyes, you’re always good, no matter what you’re doing.” Even when she was making things explode for the hell of it--- Tabitha was special in a way no one else was. Maybe ‘good’ wasn’t the inherit word, but in Amara’s eyes, well, the view at least-- that was good. Being at her side, it was good. there was no one who made Amara feel good in the way Tabitha Smith could. “FAIR.” She chuckled at the words. “You are always pretty explosive.” She punned, giggling at the silliness of it.
She should be used to Tabitha complimenting her. There was no one would raised her confidence quite like Tabby did. Yet the compliment still made a rush of heat check onto her cheeks. “It’s what I love to feel,” Something Amara had struggled with so much in the past. There was a time she was unsure in every action she took. Tabby was the explosion that led her into confidence she now felt, strength she never thought she would have before, courage she could have never imagined. She leaned her head into Tabitha’s shoulder, squeezing it only for a moment. “Thank you for that.” It wouldn’t be thriving, let alone be BREATHING without Tabitha’s encouragement. “That sounds like a good plan to be, I like my girl Tabitha a lot already. Your number one fan is right here.” She giggled. “And-- between us, there’s no costume that WOULDN’T be sexy on you.” Tabitha could be wearing the biggest sweater in the world, the ugliest design, and yet she would still be dropping jaws. Amara was sure of it. Her fingers twirled in her hair, pleased at Tabitha’s opinion and plain happy that the other girl liked the color. The other compliments didn’t hurt either. “Not sure it’s gonna be too many eyes when you’re with me.” She joked, though there was a note of truth to the words (not that Amara minded, she didn’t blame anyone for not looking at her twice when Tabby was right THERE). “But I’ll take what I could get.” However few or many it was, it frankly didn’t matter in the end. There was only one set of eyes she needed (one, that she wanted).