#myrtledeodate

Send me “Spill It!” and my muse will blurt out a secret.

It’s late, probably, you think, stretched out on Rizzoh’s couch and just taking up space like a lump. You’re considering going to bed, but your show isn’t over and Kenickie fell asleep on your legs three hours ago, so you’re pretty sure you couldn’t get up and walk to your trailer right now even if you wanted to. And not even because waking your moirail is illegal. You just can’t feel your legs from the upper knee down.

Then Riz comes in, and she’s got one (1) bowl of rocky road in tow. She leans on the back of the couch and very loudly eats a spoonful until you look up with a little frown. ”D’ya mind?”“Not at all.” She smiles, and you switch gears.“Where’s mine?” Your puppy eyes don’t work on her, you learned that much when you were dating, but that won’t ever stop you from trying.“In the freezer where the resta the ice cream is, duh,” she says simply, having another bite. “Why? You want some or something?”Oooh, you could hate this girl… You reach for the bowl but she hops out of the way with a smirk and shovels out another big spoonful. “Say please.”“What? C’mon Riz, Nickie’s got me crippled over here…” You peep over the couch and all she can see is your eyes slowly narrowing and your lengthy tail getting the twitches as the spoon travels toward her waiting fangs. You didn’t want any before, but now you do.

The spoon is in her mouth and her jaw is closing around it when you lift your head. “Ooh, you’re such a tease! What if I say pretty please~?” You sing-song the last part and bob your eyebrows, but she isn’t having any of it. Ignoring your charms, she shuffles back over and offers you a spoonful.

Then takes it back just before you get a taste.

And then laughs at the sudden look of intense betrayal and hurt on your face. It’s a good laugh too; she really means it. Rizzoh offers the spoon again, but you frown. “No, nuh uh, I don’t trust you no more.”

She squeaks indignantly when you deftly steal the bowl and the spoon from her and you bend strangely at the waist over the end of the couch when she leans to try and take it back. She’s only a little bit disgusted by your flexibility. “Ugh, you got a spine like a slinky, I oughta push you down some stairs sometime!”

She’s grabbing for her dessert and Kenickie is being jostled slightly, but when you move your legs, the instant bone-deep pins and needles catch you, and in your moment of weakness she grabs your face and presses her painted lips to your cheek and applies the loudest raspberry you’ve ever heard in your life.

You go limp and offer the bowl back, but not before licking the entire spoon in retaliation. “Nasty!” Rizzoh is only a little bit grossed out, but after wiping the spoon dry with her shirt, she perches happily on your side and digs right back in.

pr*tect y*urzelf, the hang *ver fr*m that !z awful. av*!d them az much az p*zz!ble

nah ill just suffer a lil quietly