but then leaving the bowl to the side, a slight shrug afterwards.

like the sun that hits the living room every afternoon. 

the talk that myia had with whitney was brief, to say the least, of a conversation that she wanted more of.

she was nice to her, took her in and made her feel welcome in a short amount of time until they both moved to other groups. but this doesn’t mean myia can’t push that opportunity for friendship to continue.

no, not anymore.

truth be told if she didn’t find titty to be so naively unaware of what she was doing with their boss, she would actually consider finding her really attractive. 

( well she does anyhow, more on looks than personality )

but by the by, she had her opinions and they can always be changed, especially if her stay in the house grew to the longer than what she imagined. even with others that can come and go.

she just has to change her point of view.

and that starts, physically, when she decided to go for a dip in the ‘communial’ hot tub after cleaning it from the last weeks questionable moments to land her eyes on the girl herself.

if myia had a word to describe nick, it would honestly be; interesting.

sure their time spent together not only in the house but working together was often brief but it allowed a type of passion to grow, to shift between the two even in a way that seemed impossible to those seeing.

but being stuck in a house with someone of a similar attraction to you does that.

even in myia’s sheltered up case.

but in the comforts of the bathroom as she was getting her early morning ‘beat down’ on, she noticed a pair of eyes lurking at her and her own looking back with a smirk in response.

there’s a lot that myia needed to know from people away from first-based assumptions. 

from the ones that she’d assumed were there for purely sex reasons to the ones who needed a boost in their careers, if she was the judge clearly the others were on trial.

but the one person, currently now in her view in the kitchen, that she had the most judgement to was charlie. 

sure, he never deserved it but to myia first impressions always mattered to her. 

             ( and the fact that he acted so stupid so far spoke to her )

but she couldn’t judge him, especially given to that that reality relies on stupidity and he is the perfect subject for it.

but at least they can relate to the conversation of breakfast foods..

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with herself being earlier to the confession recording than the producers, she thought she would finally let go and have some fun in the booth by decorating it ( and herself ) to the nines.

because if she was going to be the last one to get a confession in,                                it would have to be worth it.

“  surprise!!  now let’s get to these questions before my ass falls asleep on this disco ball i found on the street. ” 

with their looks of confusion at the site landed onto a giggling myia, they sighed before asking the first question.

“  so uh, myia...”   

{ DOJA CAT, 23, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER } hey, what’s up! i’m MYIA HAWKINS. i’m from CHICAGO ILLINOIS and everyone back at home calls me MYI. i always get told that i’m LOYAL AND OUT GOING but the haters will say i’m ARROGANT AND CLOSED OFF. when people think of me, they think of TIGHT DRESSES, LIPSTICK AND UBER RIDES  but that’s just who i am, and like i always say “FUCK IT. KISS WHOEVER YOU WANT .”

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