death of the killer bee.

  “I’ll get a small coke for me then–They usually sell singular bottles, yeah? Cause they do those weird little lunch combo things.” I guess.   Oh let’s be real. Lana is real good at taking L’s. She tilts her head, expression lighting up. How could she have forgotten to the other two parts of the equation that is their Squad how silly. “Right! Right. Garlic knots too.”

        “Yeah, I think so? And they’ve got those ‘share a coke with’ bottles now, so like~ Tell ‘em to bring one that says ‘LANA’ on it.” She- Kira too, probably, would have the easiest time finding bottles. The other girls? Uh~

   She’s beyond relieved Kira handled it well. Lana takes a slow breath, smile returning to her lips once more. Everything’s good! Internal meltdown has been reduced to a constant simmer.             “Well I won’t be the one @’ing you.–Like a soda? Maybe a Coke?” 

        “Oh god no, no dark sodas. I’ve done enough damage to my body, I don’t need a 2-liter of coke fucking me up tonight too... What’s up with a Fanta? Peach flavor, maybe?” She can feel Lana powering down, and it’s a sympathetic wave of empathy through her body in response.

@vitiosae

“Hey…So. What’d you want on that pizza?” She looks? Semi horrified. It wasn’t until they picked up the phone that Lana realized she *completely* zoned out as Kira explained to her what to order. Brows her knit, teeth gnawing on the inside of her cheek. This wasn’t the first time.

  She used to get really mad. Like- Really mad, Lana ‘forgot’ food orders like she was being paid to, and the last time she’d gotten some kind of RANCH pizza monstrosity and it- !! Y’know? It just !! But she was learning, at least learning a lot more, about her roommates recently. And so?

          ‘ okay! ‘ queen of matching excitement is here and ready to take that trip to the hardware store with her friend. she’s hopped up off the couch and is already headed her way to the front door, more than ready to hear about this hobby. ‘ are you building something? or fixing something around the house for it? can i help? ‘

There were THREE PEOPLE Kira could trust in this world. Three. Her mom, who always held her down when things took a turn toward ‘fuck’. Rumor, who lead her swarm when Kira was away. AND RAFI! Because that was her fucking day one. Forever.

@vitiosae  ♥’d

     SHE SETS HER PHONE face-down on the counter with an exasperated sigh— looks like Cerene got herself stuck in Instagram’s rabbit hole again. She should really learn her lesson; just last month she ended up buying a unicorn shaped pool floatie “just ‘cuz”. She doesn’t even have a pool.

          “I really want a pet bird. Not just any bird, but like… a parrot.”

    Opposing this bevy of poor decisions and ad-sense, is THE QUEEN BEE. Backside poking out of her- their fridge, as she fished around for something- ANYTHING resembling- A ha! Sigh in the background, she peaks out from the big box with a bouquet of roses in her teeth.

        “Phuckoogondu weyuhpherret?” Door closed, she set the chilled roses in a vase, tip-tapped over and picked Cerene’s phone up to- Uh huh.