#mirumi

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*Zoey shoots a gun in the lounge room while Mira is chilling*

Mira: This is why Celine doesn’t FUCKING love you!

*Zoey runs off while snickering*

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Zoey, throwing a pokeball at Mira: Mira, I choose you!

Mira, not looking up from their book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.

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Zoey: *on the phone with Rumi* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.

Rumi: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you.

Zoey: Maybe.

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Celine: Rumi, you'll be working with Zoey and Mira.

Rumi: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Rumi: ...Of people on a team.

(Mira and Zoey trying not to laugh)

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Celine, shooing Rumi away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

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Rumi: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Celine: What’s up your ass this morning!

Mira: *walks in* ...Hey.

Celine: Hmm… nevermind.

Rumi: WAIT NO!

(She knows)

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Mira: God, give me patience.

Celine: I think you mean “Give me strength”?

Mira: If god gave me strength, you’d be dead.

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Celine: So, Zoey and Mira.

Celine: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto…

Mira: We had a bad day.

Celine: And… MURDER?!

Zoey: It was a pretty bad day…

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Celine: *angrily presses Zoey against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Zoey: ...

Zoey: Are we about to kiss-

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Zoey: Fuck you.

Celine: No u.

Zoey: I'm down.

Celine: You're like 2, what the fuck-

Zoey: I AM NOT 2!

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*at 3am*

Rumi: *runs into Zoey’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!

Zoey: *wakes up* Dude!

Rumi: *cackles*

Celine: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Zoey* What the fuck, Rumi?

Rumi: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

(Celine?! What?! Rumi is traumatized)

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Rumi & Zoey: *screaming*

Mira: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Rumi?!

Zoey: Wait, why are you asking Rumi that, I am also here?

Mira: Because Rumi wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You scream whenever you have the chance.

(Mira:

Mira: Zoey...Why is Celine in your bed..?)

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Zoey: Caw caw, motherfuckers.

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Zoey: Am I in trouble?

Mira: Take a guess.

Zoey: No?

Mira: Take another guess.

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Zoey: Which way did Rumi go?

Mira: Well, based on the direction of the wind, the broken sticks in the corner, and the slight disturbance in the dirt, I'd guess they went left.

Zoey: You could really figure it out from that?

Mira: No, you idiot, Rumi sent me a text. See?

(rumi ran away)

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Zoey: Any questions?

Celine: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Zoey: Uh, a plan, duh...

Mira: Celine, chill, I know it’s weird, but Zoey has a point.

Celine:

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Celine: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

Zoey: Why are you looking at me through a fork?

Rumi: I'm pretending you're in jail.

Zoey: Why?

Rumi: It's spiritually healing.

How many days had it been since your girls left for tour? Too many, frankly. It didn't help that you were beyond sick. Curled up in bed, tucked under the sheets with a bucket and empty cold medicine bottles. Your phone long forgotten on the bedside table.

So long forgotten, you didn't even notice your girls trying to get ahold of you. Text after text, call after call. Nothing from your end.

The three stood in their tour apartment, sharing a look with each other. You normally never were this late to responding to them. Something in their gut was telling them you weren't okay.

"Should we go back?" Zoey asked softly, eyes on the screen of too many left on delivered texts.

"We have to. Right?" Rumi looked between her girls.

"Of course we do." Mira replied. Just like that, they packed up their things and ditched the tour. Calling Bobby on the way back home to apologize. Because sure they felt bad for just ditching their fans like that, but you would always be more important to the trio. All three of them couldn't help but think of the worse case scenarios.

What if a demon got to you? Using you as leverage over them?

Due to that particular thought, they burst into their penthouse holding their weapons. Mira walked ahead of Rumi and Zoey, eyes sharp and body alert.

That's when they heard you sneeze from your bedroom. They paused, looking at each other. Zoey took off at a sprint to your room, followed by the other two. She opened the door and found you curled up in bed. The empty cold medicine bottles, the bucket and various used tissues scattered about. Their shoulders relaxed. At least there wasn't a demon.

Their weapons vanished and Zoey stepped into the room first, walking over to where you had curled yourself into the sheets. Her hand pressed against your forehead, feeling your temperature with a frown.

"Oh, baby..." she murmured.

Your eyes fluttered open, feeling her touch and hearing her voice. At first you thought maybe the sickness was making you hallucinate. Your girls were on the other side of the world for their tour. Weren't they...?

You sat up slowly, seeing Rumi and Mira at the door. Their eyes full of concern. You looked back to Zoey," what are you guys doing home already?"

"You weren't answering us. We got worried," Mira replied. Joining you in the bed and holding you close against her. She didn't care if you were sick, you clearly needed some comfort and damn it she would give it to you.

"Why didn't you tell us you were sick?" Rumi asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Didn't want to worry you guys..." you murmured, snuggling up against Mira with a small sigh.

Zoey's expression softened and she joined you guys on the bed. Settling herself on your other side," well, we worried anyways."

"Yeah... I'm sorry-" your response was cut off from a harsh cough. Rumi frowned and joined the cuddle pile, laying herself on your front. Her arms wrapped around your waist, her head rested to your stomach and upper body laid across your legs.