In love with the world

don't worry this is Not the end of this conversation

But this is only if rumira were to try to break and enter that house which of course they didn't 👀.

(for those not aware of what this is about)

Zoey paced back and forth in front of the bed, pinching the top of her nose. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth pursed. Every shuffle of the sheets or sound of one of her two sources of frustration beginning to speak made her hold her hand up, pointing her finger to the sky, as if to say, “Wait!”

It was only on her what-had-to-be 50th lap of the space that she finally stopped and turned towards Rumi and Mira, who were sitting on the edge of the bed, heads held low and faces full of consternation.

She took a deep breath. “Why?” she asked.

Rumi bit her lip. “We don’t-“

“And none of that ‘legally speaking, we don’t know what you’re talking about’ stuff, because that doesn’t matter right here, right now. I wanna know why you did it.”

Mira glared at the floor. “Because fuck her.”

Zoey sighed. “Mira-“

“No, I’m serious. Fuck. Her. She’s an asshole, and I hate her, and she deserved worse than what she got for how she treated you.” Mira stood up, fists clenched and face full of righteous fury.

“And…what? You just suddenly decided she deserved to have her house broken into? I have younger siblings who live there! Who have never done anything wrong to me!” Zoey crossed her arms.

“That’s why we waited until they weren’t home. And it wasn’t all of a sudden. We heard that call the other day. Funny how she only remembers to call you when she wants something from you.”

“So you break into her house and take nothing? Not! That I’m saying you should have taken anything!” Zoey rushed to clarify.

“We didn’t take nothing,” Rumi mumbled, still sitting on the bed.

Zoey stared at her. “What did you take?” she asked slowly.

Rumi’s eyes flitted to Mira’s, and she nodded. Mira nodded back. Zoey watched with growing apprehension, as the dancer walked over to the closet, and pulled out a large covered box. She placed it on the bed with surprising care.

“What’s in the box?” Zoey asked, nervous.

“Open it,” Mira urged.

Zoey did, and was stunned by what was inside.

Several of her childhood possessions, left behind when she ran away to Korea, sat in the box. Posters (even ones of the Sunlight Sisters that Zoey used to practice kissing on), journals, sketchbooks, stuffed animals, even some old clothes and accessories. Trophies for competitions Zoey had won, and ones she hadn’t, wrapped up delicately so as to not break on the trip back from Burbank, presumably. Some old photos of her, and even an old TMNT watch thats battery had died and Zoey had never bothered replacing.

She inspected the items with awe, both at the fact they were now permanently in her possession, and at the act of love it had taken for them to arrive here. “You guys,” she cooed, overcome with emotion. “But I don’t understand. They said nothing was taken.”

“Yeah, well,” Mira started, clearly still angry but missing some of the earlier fire, “They didn’t notice this stuff because they suck. But we already knew that.”

Zoey laughed, her voice wet. “What am I gonna do with you two?”

“Love us forever?” Rumi suggested, a tad bit hopeful.

Zoey snorted, and cupped her cheek with her hand. She reached out to Mira, who bent over so she could lean her face into the other. “I was already planning to do that.” She placed two soft kisses on both of their lips.

They smiled, content they’d gotten away with it-

“But next time you do something like this,” Zoey said firmly, “Ask me first. Got it?”

Random doodle dump from patrron

Bonus sketch :

An angsty something.

Zoey, who was always the odd one out, always too weird, always too forward. Had ADHD and all, but not in the cool, comes with superpowers way like in Percy Jackson—in the “Mom says it’s not an excuse, and Dad just tells me to be quiet” way

Zoey, who’s had enough fresh starts to know this one probably won’t be different, but not enough to stop her from hoping. (Celine—actual, for real, Sunlights Sisters Celine—gave her a contract. She said Zoey had potential. That’s the kind of thing Zoey used to daydream about.)

And she arrives at the hanok to find Rumi, who seems surprised every time a loser like Zoey gets up the courage to say something to her that isn’t “pass the salt, please?” or directly related to training

Not that she’s, like, mean about it! But Zoey can tell when she isn’t wanted. When she’s pushing her limits. And she’s always pushing her limits with Rumi

(Don’t think about Rumi, trying so hard not to make the same mistakes, to remind herself that Zoey wouldn’t want to be friends with her and she shouldn’t force herself on her, she needs to make sure that Mira and Zoey, at least, can get along, so she should keep her distance)

And then there’s Mira—it’s like no matter how hard Zoey tries to get along with her, she can’t! If she asks what Mira might want to do, if she tries to join her while she’s doing something, god forbid if she tries to suggest something she thinks Mira might like… Zoey just doesn’t get it

(And don’t think about how Mira might find Rumi and her perfect fucking life… irritating, but at least Rumi was honest. At least she actually thought her corny friendship bracelet idea was cool. And Mira maybe kind of agreed.

But Zoey? Zoey shapeshifts minute by minute. Zoey thinks banana milk tastes kind of weird, until Mira says she likes it. Zoey offers up nothing real, and that means everything about her is dangerous.)

Don’t think about Zoey, watching herself ruin yet another fresh start, crying herself to sleep, pulling all of her shame together and going up to Celine’s home office the next morning, ready to ask if she should just go or if Celine still thinks there’s some way she could do this right, muttering different ways to ask to herself as she tries to find the least humiliating

Don’t think about Zoey, walking straight into Rumi in the hall, looking up into her concerned face and bursting into tears again because there was no possible way she could ever deserve this and Rumi knew it

Don’t think about Rumi, tugging Zoey into her bedroom in the main house, throwing the teddy bear on the bed onto her lap for her to hold and panickedly doing everything she can to help calm her down, being so impossibly gentle with Zoey while she’s freaking out

Don’t think about Mira, being sent to find them because she’s the only one who turned up for their morning run and Celine is pissed, overhearing their quiet conversation from the end of the hall. Cringing as Zoey sniffs and says Mira’s been so mean, no matter what she’s tried, and bracing herself for Rumi to agree, because… fuck ‘em. They’ve already written her off, just like everybody else.

Don’t think about Rumi, still so gentle, instead saying, “Mira’s not mean! She’s just… selective about who she likes. I’m sure she’ll realize how great you are soon.”

Don’t think about Zoey, sitting there looking at Rumi, starting to wonder if maybe she isn’t as screwed as she thought.

Don’t think about Rumi, hoping that she’s right and that Mira hasn’t written Zoey off as someone too close to Rumi.

May I suggest, The Lot:

In the Infinite Ikea or Backrooms you can convince yourself there's gonna be a door round the next corner or behind that wall.