#chachi

"DEWDROP!" Sunshine hides her face in Dew's collarbone and giggles. He braces his hand on the back of her head, fingers dug deep into her copper curls to press her face tighter to his chest. It's either in solidarity, or an attempt to suffocate her. The broom closet is small. Big enough to hold three brooms, a mop, and two very small ghouls. As it is, they're pressed together at every point. Sunshine's thigh is wedged between Dew's. His chin is in her hair. His heart is hammering against her forehead. Mountain's footsteps get closer. He's big and angry, and so he's stomping down the hall like he's trying to topple the abbey with each step. Sunshine tips her head up so she can look at Dew in the dim closet. The only light is a slant of it coming in through the door. It casts over Dew's face, highlighting one eye, and the bridge of his nose. His mouth is tipped up into a smirk that's getting dangerously close to being an actual smile.

Mountain's footsteps slow. Dewdrop must see something on Sunshine's face, a noise bubbling in her throat because suddenly his hand is clamped over her mouth, fingers digging roughly into her cheek. He looks down at her, eyes wild and wide. She's sure he's too hot to touch for any of the other ghouls, but to her, he just feels like the comforting warmth of a bonfire on a cool night. Suddenly, the light expands. The door opens. Dew stumbles, toppling to the floor as soon as the door isn't there to lean on anymore. He drags Sunshine with him, landing in a heap at Mountain's feet. Ifrit rounds the corner as if the commotion summoned him. It probably did. He and Mountain have been looking for them for a while. Dew and Sunshine have been hopping from room to room trying to avoid their wrath. In her defense, stealing their weed and replacing it with kitchen herbs seemed like a great idea at the time. And it's still pretty fucking funny. Though, to be honest, she'd rather be dealing with high Mountain and Ifrit, instead of you know, being high and dealing with Mountain and Ifrit. Dew groans from beneath her. Heaving out a sigh that sounds a lot like he's finally giving up. That's no good. "Get up," Mountain demands.