Joan
Violetta found herself surprised by how she was handling this whole breakup thing. 5 years and counting was quite a bit of time, yet at this point she was so over feeling so... Upset? Of course she wasn't happy about it. No, no if anything it was the worst she'd felt in a long long time (which is saying a lot, considering her issues growing up).

Despite that, the short girl was just a bit numb to it all as the time went on, her scar itched and stung with her bad mood- although correlation doesn't equal causation, she felt it was an act of natural pathetic fallacy..

Though still in her worn pyjamas, Violetta was out of bed, which is certainly a start for her recently. Grumbling quietly to herself, she released her blinds, letting light peak into her gloomy room as she went to fuss her already whining chinchilla.

"Good morning Soupy.." 

She cooed to the animal- unknowing to the fact it was not even the morning, but early afternoon.
She never usually slept in like this, Violetta silently prayed it wouldnt become a hobby.

Sure would be a shame if someone swung by hoping to see the chinchilla lolz
Daniel
◇ [1:17pm...]

□ Comparatively, Margo was doing better. Better, however, was not the same as great, and this showed in the fact that she'd been forced into survival mode by her entire mental state being upended. Fuelled by nothing but tea and various fruits from the beautiful carved bowl on her coffee table, Margo had spent the whole morning reading about the history of Lithuanian, fingers running along each page of the tome she'd ordered a week or two prior and had signed off on around ten am.

▪︎ As it turned out, she had been pretty absorbed into this massive trove of one of the world's oldest continuously-spoken languages.

• So, she decided she'd pay a friend a visit.

◆ "Hey, Violetta...? You up?" Knocking firmly, four raps rang out. She knew that the girl had went through a breakup recently, so she might not have been awake yet. "If so, mind if I come in for a bit?"
Joan
A knock on the door was not at all like what she expected at this time in the morning, her head perking up in alert.
She stifles a shriek of 'IM IN MY PYJAMAS DEAR GOD', before rushing out of her spot to try look like she had been up for over 5 minutes.

Fervently, she scurried to her bedside table, splashed water on her face, and slathered on some scar treatment oil to the pulsingly uncomfortable scar upon her face.
The healing of nerve endings sucks ass by the by.

She knocks over a lamp, jumping back with a loud "Shit!", catching it and replacing it back up when it bumped off from her head.
Mumbling protests, she rushes to her wardrobe, pyjama shirt off, deoderant on, button up shirt on- she only bothers with a couple buttons, throwing a vest on over and some trousers.

That panic had taken up the best part of a probably very confusing 3 minutes for Margo- and she still had to brush her hair!
Violetta runs a brush through her raven black locks once or twice before finally opening the door with a start. Unsurprisingly, Violetta looked TIRED, her scar looked quite angry and she had serious eyebags..

She cleared her throat, awkwardly smiling
"Hey Margo.. Uh yeah, sure. Apologies for the mess."
By mess, she means the couple tissues on the floor, the unmade bed and the totally inconspicuous pyjama shirt in the corner near the wardrobe.
Daniel
◇ She blinked in response.

□ Of the reactions she could have expected, a tornado hurriedly whipping through the other girl's room was *Not* A reasonable thing she could have expected. Yet, as she stood outside with her hands in her pockets and an orange-flavoured cut rock candy dancing about her mouth she could hear a real kerfuffle taking place inside, like her knock had came in the midst of some rather *Unsavoury* Activities and she was trying to cover it up as fast as possible. Whatever the case she stood by with her hands in her pockets, humming quietly and tapping her foot.

▪︎ Then, the door clicked open.

◆ "Sounds like the Tasmanian Devil just whipped through here, fuck..." She chuckled, stifling down the urge to comment on the sheet disarray of the bedroom. Compared to her neat, orderly room, it was a disaster, but it also wasn't her place to comment. "Anyways, no worries about the mess, it's fine. So, what's up? Are you doing okay after that whole, er... Break-up?"

★ She silently belittled herself for how little tact she apparently had.
Joan
In Violetta's attempts to seem like she was Perfectly Fine!, she just made herself look more and more suspicious. Which wasn't anything she could really help, damage was done.
Violetta just hoped Margo didn't think she interrupted her hiding the body or something like that.

She paused, sighing and shaking her head.
"Yeah i was.. Getting ready. I wanted to seem like I had been up for longer, but honestly you caught me five minutes after getting up." Oh, makes sense.
"Usually i clean my room when i get up but.."

She shook her head once more, another awkward, fragile smile passing over her face.
"Anyways, I'm doing okay, I think. I think i always deserved better than him anyways, all he did was lead me into trouble, in the end."
Self awareness scale: off the charts? To call a cat a cat, Violetta was sorta lying to herself, or trying to gaslight herself into being a bit less upset about the whole ordeal.
It was working though, at least a little.

"Ah, do you want to come in? Soup is kicking up a clingy fuss so you can say hi to her if you want"
Chimchilla
Daniel
◆ "Five minutes? Christ." She laughed, a brief snort accompanied by the shake of her head. "If you need more time I'll just step out and come back in an hour."

□ This, of course, was naught but a joke. Clearly Violetta was fine with company, considering she'd just cleaned up and made herself presentable in record time once her door had been knocked on. Stepping in, Margo went to kick off her boots before scoffing and raising a hand to her head, scratching its side out of mild embarrassment. She didn't even have boots on, instead being dressed in a pretty normal set-up of white and black cargo pants, a somewhat normal branded muscle shirt, and jokey socks, so why had she even went to kick off her boots?

▪︎ Force of habit seemed most likely. She fixed her gaze on Soup.

◆ "No shit, he's a boy." Margo sardonically commented. "Guys are nothing but trouble. I mean, fuck, that boy blew you up; how you stuck with him after that is beyond me." Rich words for someone who couldn't even get anyone to fall for her, huh? "Anyways, I'm... Already here. I'm looking at her, she looks positively adorable. Does she bite? Or mind being handled? I know their fur's kind of funky, don't want to be hurting it if I can help it."
Joan
"I.. Think I'm alright" She moves out the way of the door, watching with a stifled snicker when the taller girl tried to launch her boots off only to be met with dissapointment.
"Thanks for taking your shoes off, so many people never do and it's just... I never get how they can do that." She shook her head once more, a habit by the looks of it, one of the many quirks of Violetta Suite.

Violetta wore the same as usual, button up white shirt, beige vest, brown trousers and red socks with corgis on them that read 'totally corgeous!'
She's currently tying a little ribbon around her shirt collar into a little bow.

"I suppose so, not that I've ever tried girls... I'm not gonna force you to listen to That issue right now though, can't get a break" She chuckled dryly, beginning to open the cage
"He had a very normal sized head so I can't help but wonder where he stored all the audacity" She half joked, coaxing out the chinchilla with a kissy noise.

"Do be careful, but she's alright with being held, yes. The only condition is be aware that she holds the control, not you."
Her voice was dead serious, and it took her a moment to realise how monotonous that came out.

"That was a joke." K
Daniel
◆ "Right?" Margo hummed back, staring at Soup as she went about her morning routine. "I think the Japanese have it right, man. Leave your damn shoes *At* The door, save them the mess. I actually went a step further and left mine at *My* Room, like an idiot."

□ Clearly, there was a joke at play here, and rather than butcher it she decided to roll with it, all the while cooing in Violetta's chinchilla's direction. She'd grown up around rodents, sure, but something about the ashy lump in the cage really struck the chords of her heart. Of course, though, she was still listening to her friend talk, nodding along from time to time to show that she was listening.

▪︎ And what she heard was quite familiar: the little darling held the control sticks, not her. 

◆ "Oh, I know how it is with small pets like her." Margo spoke. "I have a beardie, and he pilots me any time he crawls onto me. Shit's safer that way, you know?" She looked over at Violetta, lifting a single eyebrow a smidge. "Also, you're missing out, I'd say. Girls are fantastic, but then again, you're straight, right?"

• Who knew?
Joan
"Saves me some dirt at the door"

Soup was easily convinced, hopping to Margo's direction with a pep in her step.
Violetta stared at the rodent with unadulterated adoration in her smile. This was clearly her lifeline at this point. Silly mouse thing.

She was almost jealous of how quickly Soup warmed up to Margo, having to remind herself that it's purely because the chinchilla had grown used to human contact.
Clearing her throat, Violetta rustled around a bag near the enclosure
"Here, you can give her a treat."

"It's less piloting, more like she's got a massive ego for a chinchilla. I spoil her too much" She cooed to the chinchilla, grinning widely.
Yep, she adores this rodent so much, and i dont blame her.

Violetta blinked at Margo, nervously chuckling at the straight mention.
"I don't know about that anymore. I... I think i just felt guilty looking at women that way because i was with a man... Is that weird? I don't think it's weird, it's probably weird- sorry to dump that on you-" 
Violetta rambled, sighing at the end with a quiet grumble
Daniel
◆ "A treat? Alright... Sure." 

□ Looking up at Violetta, she held a look of amusement and mild wonder. She was, after all, about to pet a chinchilla, also known as a literal ball of fluff, and that plain felt *Surreal.* Reaching up for the bag she gridded a few and dropped them into the chest pocket of her muscle shirt, extending her hand out towards the cage afterwards. Nervously, she popped the door open and left her hand out for Soup to familiarize herself with.

▪︎ Now, it was the little darling's turn to choose. Margo had other stuff to say.

◆ "Pets are all like that." Margo chuckled. "Or, at least rodents are. They're smart, right? So they pick up on stuff quick. She's being treated like a queen, so fuck, she's going to act it. Not that it's a diss, just... I've seen these treats at the pet store, they're *Expensive.*" An amused hum left her lips. "Not sure? Well, shit, you can try out a girl here for the low, low price of a smooch."

• She might have seemed proud, but inside, a battle was raging, sparked by this one comment;

```♠︎ "What if she says yes? I've never *Kissed* Someone, and I don't know how I feel about losing it like *This.*"
♠︎ "Too forward. You're always too forward. You come off as a whore and nobody liked it before, so why would they like it now?"
♠︎ "Really? Right after a breakup? You've got as little shame as your father, and his lack of morality."```

◇ She gritted her teeth, and clenched her free hand into a fist. Why couldn't her thoughts shut up?
Joan
Violetta always had a look of wonder emblazoned on her features when around the chinchilla. After not being allowed a pet outside of a dog that just had too much energy for her growing up, the notion of this absolutely adorable, gentle, little ball of fluff was mesmerising and exciting to say the least.

Soup quickly found herself sniffing over Margo's extended hand, doing that thing where she would go to bite Margo's finger, but abruptly stop, like a gentle half nibble.
She... Probably just wants the treat...

"Yeah, but they last a while, the bags of them are rather big, so i won't have to fork out that again for a while" She comments, looking at the small animal with a wry smile.

Violetta froze in surprise for a moment, of all the responses... She wasn't expecting that one.
Weighing up her options, the small girl let out a hum of thought.
Would it hurt to experiment? Even so soon after a breakup? Would that just confuse her even more? Or would it provide closure?

"I mean... If you want to? I've no objections"
It wouldn't kill her, surely?
Daniel
◆ "Fair enough, man. Fair... Anything for the kids, huh?" She let out a dry laugh, like a dad nearing his forties and realizing that he'd given up *Everything* For his children. "And speaking of kids, look at her go, she just faux nibbled me! Little rascal..."

□ For once, Margo didn't quite *Seem* Like a stoic, strict academic, and instead seemed to be what she really was: a teenager with a litany of issues caused by her upbringing. Laughing as Soup nibbled her fingers like they were crackers, she gently scooped up the ball of fluff and brought her close to chest, a faint smile beaming down like moonlight. For a few moments it was almost as if the world around her ceased to exist, crumbs in the plate of existence, totally fixated on this clump of serotonin in her hands. Then... Reality struck.

▪︎ Violetta had *Agreed.* What the fuck?

◆ "Waaait. Waitwaitwait, Soup, I'm... Sorry, you gotta get out of my hands." Baby talking the chinchilla in perhaps the most panicked voice one could have mustered, she dropped all of the treats into the cage at the same time and closed the door. Standing up, she could be seen nervously shaking; though she had been trying to stay calm, this was a first. Usually her flirts didn't end so well, so what had she done except flirt with a bicurious girl who'd just broken up with her boy? "I. I heard you right, right? I didn't expect you to, er... Agree. I didn't think I'd get this far!" Her voice twisted into a hilariously garbled Doofenschmirtz impression, nerves twisting every last neuron and nerve in her body. "I haven't even *Kissed* Anyone and you've probably had that... Boy all over you. I'm sorry if I sound frazzled, I just..." She turned around, flopping down onto her butt. "I am. I think I'm down. But it's just... Scary, somehow? Even more so than when I got a tattoo behind my ear, or the fear I felt at home daily for years."
Joan
"Of course, it's not like she can look after herself after all."
It was... Nice to see Margo with her guard down, especially around something as fragile as a chinchilla- the taller girl always seemed so stoic for a teenager, despite the tattoos and whatnot that always made her seem like she was living her best life each day.
They're just... Two teenagers with a chinchilla right now, daddy issues aside and all.

Oh and of course the whole kissy kissy thing, Violetta now wondered if she had come off a little too... Strong? Konstantine being her only ever experience wasn't helping either in her whole 'i want to learn how people work thing!'
And considering Margo was probably the only person here she really considers a friend, she kinda wishes she hadn't bought up the whole bicurious thing in the first place- in case she's not as good a kisser that Margo expected. Such a likable person like Margo has probably kissed a bunch of people!


"So you flirt and expect people not to ever show it back? You're a strange one- endearingly of course."
She perched next to Margo, looking a little bit pink in the face (more so than usual with the healing scar and such). An explanation point could be seen above her head as her eyes widened in surprise.

"You've never kissed someone before?- really?" She questioned, almost amazed at how terribly *Wrong* Her theory was
"But I thought you'd have girls basically all over you?- you're strong and pretty, girls love that, surely?" She enthused, eyes widened in surprise, a small smile on her face at her own naivety
"Ugh, all over me? Yeah... He wasn't very good though, don't tell him I said that if you find him-"

"You have a tattoo behind your ear, can i see?" 

..Ahem.

"I get that home fear part, rich dads that dont care suck, huh?"
Daniel
◆ "Honestly...? Yeah." Margo sheepishly admitted, nervously massaging the back of her neck with her hand. "Usually my flirts just... Kinda bounce off. They don't stick. But you're here on board, and..."

□ Clearly, she was frazzled. Nobody had ever heard her awkwardly attempt to flirt and fired right back, so Violetta being quite receptive was about as far from expected as it *Could* Be. Understandably she spent the next few moments looking at Soup, then at the wall, then at whatever else seemed interesting. Anything to keep her vision away from the other girl's, and to give her time to really collect herself.

□ She let out a shaky sigh.

◆ "Strong, pretty, and I come on too hard for people, usually." Margo admittedly, now looking directly at the other girl. In total opposition to her normally stoic, calm, vaguely intimidating face, she looked unsure, excited, flustered, her eyes wide and anxious and her entire face lit up like a stop sign. "But... I guess that's fine for you? Anyways, I'll show you it in a moment, just..."

▪︎ Maybe she'd regret this, but weren't the teenage years for doing stupid shit? Rising to her feet, she strolled over to Violetta, and with all the excitement and nervous hesitation that came with the first sparks of young experimentation she wrapped an arm around the other girl's waist. "Now or never... God, why does this feel so much like jumping off of a bridge?"
Joan
"Really? To be fair, I do read way too far into things.. I could spot a flirtation from a mile away. Maybe you're just too subtle?" She tapped the side of her head lightly with a half smile. Violetta noticed the avoidance and the need to look around the room- annoyingly there was nothing really there of interest, a violin and a stranger things poster is about as thrilling as the room would get..

"Hitting the ground running is exciting for some though, is it not?" She questioned to the other's sentence, looking directly back. Well... Not directly into her eyes, Violetta more just looked at Margo's hair and such- she's going to avoid asking anymore questions like 'can i see your tattoo?' which now felt a bit rude and a bit embarrassing when Violetta thought back to it, stifling a shudder.

But her mind chose to try it's best to stay tethered to the now, the inevitable present and the inevitable kiss that... Probably shouldn't feel as time stopping as they're both making it seem- but everything feels pretty big when you're a teenager, especially stupid stuff like this.

The arm around her waist was surprising, though not quite unwelcome- that's just how it works sometimes, and Violetta didn't care against it.
"Probably because you're stalling." With a small snicker, she leant in and placed her lips against Margo's, biting the bullet quickly.
It was a short kiss, nothing amazing or show stopping, just a polite smooch.
She pulled away after a couple seconds, blushing about as much as what was expected.

Ok so.. She's definitely bi? That was a lovely little awakening for the day! Does this mean she has to partake in pride month now?? Maybe she should comprehend it a bit more first.
"I'm... Definitely on the fruity side, yes.." She remarked, mostly to herself.

BE WHO YOU AAAREEE
FOR YOUR PRIIIIIIIDE
Daniel
◆ "I *Am* Stalling, yeah, because –" And right before she got to explain herself, it happened. "*That?*"

□ Squeaked out feebly after it had been said and done, Margo had been caught off-guard by Violetta making the first move. Whilst she was still partially paralyzed by uncertainty and nervousness the other girl had leaned in and made the first move, lips pressed to hers, slightly dry but still soft and effervescent and ethereal. Lightning crackled down her spine, up her arms, through the arteries in her neck, nipped behind her eyeballs. For all of her self-professed woman loving she'd never actually *Kissed* A girl, and now she had, and her entire body felt as if it were floating on a layer of euphoric thrills and straight heroin to the heart.

▪︎ Needless to say, it was only natural that once she'd processed it a bit she leaned back in and pecked again, this time partially missing like the overwhelmed doofus she was.

◆ "God." She laughed as she pulled away, her entire face lit up like she'd been bobbing for tomatoes, and her knees shaking lightly. "Never actually *Kissed* A girl before, that's... Electric. That's exciting, holy shit. Uh... Anyways, I'd say you're on the fruity side, yeah." No shit, Margo. Raising a hand to the back of her head, she began to lift thick bundles of red hair from behind, slowly unveiling a tattoo directly behind her ear. The ink itself was of the internationally recognized transgender symbol, and it was small yet present. "Anyways, this is, er... The tat. It's the trans one, since I'm a trans girl at heart, and I figured I wanted to keep it close at hand. I dunno."
Joan
Violetta had stressed over it not being good enough, but based on how absolutely elated Margo looked- she realised that it was a rather unrealistic sentiment to have gnawing at her. The short girl now had something new to lose sleep over! That being the fear of if making the first move was a wholly good idea or not..
And Violetta was generally pleased too but... This just left her wondering, she actually Really liked that, but is it too soon? Sure, she was fading a bit towards Konstantine considering his lack of commitment, but it was a pretty big discovery for such a fresh wound.
Oh whatever, live in the moment, they say.

She realised after Margo went in for another that it was in fact, not something to worry her pretty little head about. The enthusiasm left the petite girl letting out a small giggle, Margo was a bit off the mark but Violetta didn't mind, it was sweet.
The other girl's ecstatic smile was like gold dust, the first kiss is always such an exciting thing- and the scarred girl tries her best not to feel a pang of guilt for taking Margo's.

Violetta tried to respond but takes a moment to collect herself from her obviously flustered and slightly embarrassed state- she covers her face with her hands, she's flaming up. Some things never change.
She removes the hands from her face with a start, giving Margo a well meaning wry smile
"Glad for the diagnosis of fruit. This is certainly new but... Well, I would have figured it out at some point, surely."

She peeked at the tattoo, refraining from a comment on how thick Margo's hair was- two kisses and she almost gets cheesy, dear god...

"I see, must have been worth the pain, I don't think I could ever get a tattoo, my dad would make sure I get hell for it." Violetta cracked her fingers, not nervous but fidgety after such a new feeling, a new feeling of excitement
Daniel
◆ "I dunno, just..." A laugh followed, youthful and elated. "Seems to check out."

□ The crimson flames that consumed Violetta's face were also familiar to Margo. She could feel her face still burning up something fierce, and as the shorter gal pressed her cheeks into her hands she looked away as well. This *Was* Her first kiss, given away as naught but a curious rebound, and while part of her felt *Dirty* The general consensus was that it had been amazing. Also, it affirmed to her that she, despite how much uncertainty she now felt towards herself, could at least sleep knowing that she was genuinely gay.

▪︎ At least she had something to cling onto; maybe this would be the start of something.

◆ "Yeah, I get that." Margo replied, still audibly shaken but a bit more collected than before. "Parents are boring. My father, uh... Doesn't care if I get tattoos, and neither does my mom. All they tell me is to think on it and make sure I can trust the artist, and my guy in Isakstad is *Good,* So... Actually." Withour realizing it her hands had laid flat against the vaguely plasticky material of her cargo pants, kneading them lightly in a motion she'd noticed before but never paid much attention to. Was this stimming, as the internet put it...? "I'm planning on getting a new tattoo soon. I just don't know *Which* One to get... Too many ideas, I guess. I don't know."
Joan
There was always something very sweet about a chat after a kiss, it's like a subtle reminder that hey, it's not all that weird!


"That's cool, i think if i could get a tattoo i'd get.. A little love heart on my chest- wait no one would see that- maybe a bee on my ankle? There's a lot of possibilities. Maybe i will get one one day, after i've sorted out not living with my asshole of a father"
Violetta blurted out a ramble into the already quite comfortable quiet.
The father comment didn't particularly sound like the usual teen angst- there was an undertone of discontempt to her fragile, monotonous voice.

Violetta found herself stimming a little alongside Margo, her head jutting and jerking a bit every so often- her senses still overwhelmed from The Kiss.

"I think you'd look gorgeous with a rose tattoo somewhere, since you're a redhead"


"One of these days i might just do everything in my power to piss my father off, like dye my hair blue or something"
Daring.
Daniel
◆ "Nothing wrong with an ankle tattoo." Margo shrugged. "But, shit, man... Don't be afraid to get something bigger and better. God knows my parents weren't happy when I started pestering them for tattoo money as soon as I turned sixteen. They said I'd regret it, but fuck, man, just *Look* At the ink I got all over my arm. Does this look like something I'd regret?" She held her arm up, coloured ink still fresh and bright. "Then again, I had to go to New Jersey to get most of this ink since New York is boring as fuck and doesn't let anyone under 18 get tats. Anyways, my point is, I'll literally pay for your first tattoo; Ahmed at the Ghost Ship did the little trans tattoo behind my ear, he's real good."

□ Somehow, the kiss had spurred her brain into action, into a varied state of generosity and youthful angst playing off each other and whipping up a storm in their wake. She could tell from the way Violetta talked that she likely hated her father every bit as much as *She* Did, and this moment of solidarity, though silent, reminded her that she wasn't alone in the daddy issues club. Whatever the case, she leaned her back against the lip of the table Soup's enclosure sat upon and let out a sigh, looking back up at Violetta and feeling a blush spread again.

▪︎ She'd really kissed her. Mouth to mouth, momentarily, sparks flying. Uri was going to hear every last detail later on over tea and supper.

◆ "Oh, the red's dye." She corrected Violetta, though gentle in tone. "I'm actually naturally a light blonde, I just dye it a lot. I think I look better with red hair. Anyways, man, er... Yeah, I've actually considered getting a rose somewhere with my mom's name. Much as I hate my dad, I actually love my mom, and... I've considered getting her name inked on me so I'll have something to remember her by when she goes. Anyways... Why not make today one of those days? I've got, like, half a container of Manic Panic left, I'd totally help you dye your hair to stick it to your dad. He sounds like mine, and that's enough reason to tell him to fuck off, shit."
Joan
"Hmm, the concept of something bigger and better is stressful to me... I'd end up regretting it somehow, or changing my mind halfway through" Selling herself short there a bit, though she wasn't amazing at the whole committing to stuff like tattoos and hobbies outside violin.
Violetta's eyes widened at the tattoos already painted onto Margo's arms- she looked genuinely amazed at the artistic talent of whoever did this.
"Woah... You'll be one cool looking elder..." She remarks half awkwardly, trying to come up with ANYTHING to say in her impressed state.

Violetta soon snapped out of it, shaking her head gently at Margo's offer.
"That's sweet, but i think i'll be alright- he definitely does seem good at it though, my compliments to the artist"

Ah yes, the gay solidarity behind hating your dad, you seriously can't beat it. Violetta was more mellowed out by the kiss's serotonin gift that it beseeched unto her. The lass looked over to the chinchilla that was kicking up a fuss nearby with a half smile.
"You can take her out again if you want to, she's missing you already, or she wants more snacks, god knows." Violetta chuckled dryly, though sounded genuine.
It felt strange to hear the usually stoic girl chuckle so much, despite how sad she was when Margo originally came in.

Violetta had no one to gossip to, but Soup will hear all about it later!

"For your mum? I see! I... Love my mum, but i hardly ever see her, she lives in south korea which is a little far away. I visit for christmas though and she's lovely"
Hands drumming against her leg, Violetta perked up at the idea of just up and dyeing her hair. Right here today.
"We'd have to bleach first but.. I only intend on dyeing my curtains so... Sure, i'd be down- as they say"
Violetta learns what a slang is asmr
Daniel
◆ "Guess that's fair." Margo absent-mindedly spoke, her attention now focused back on Soup. "And also... Hey, man, thanks. I'm here to have a good time and leave a good-looking corpse behind, and so far I think I'm doing fine on both."

□ *Live fast, fuck hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse.* The words repeated in her head like a mantra, accompanying her hand reaching out for the chinchilla's cage. She really did have the mindset of someone who didn't expect to live long, but where had it came from? A period of malaise spent under her father's roof lasting into her present and future prospects on life? Maybe. Whatever it was, it dimmed a bit of her bright gay shine, rainbows replaced with barcodes and stripped of its luster.

▪︎ She popped the cage door open, and out came Soup.

◆ "Heya, little guy... Oops. Girl. Fuck, that just sounds weirder..." Margo laughed breathily, trying her best to keep her grumbling to a minimum as the fluffy lass hopped up onto her hand. "South Korea, though... Fuck, that's distant." She hummed. "Anyways, I'm actually gonna have to grab you some bleach... Just thought of that. My hair's really light, you see, so it's not like I have to bleach it. If you don't mind waiting an hour or so I could grab some good bleach and maybe some dye of your choosing. How about we hit the town a bit, huh? It's nice out."
Joan
"Don't die too soon, you have a whole lifetime to spite those that have wronged you." Violetta stood up, also coming over to the chinchilla, scratching the animal's chin while Margo fussed her.

And Violetta's motto was... Probably somwthing similar- she hadn't really thought about that sort of thing.
She was living off survival instinct for the most part, an upbringing thing most likely. It worked though, she was still around and only moderately depressed! Which was more than she could say a few months before.
Violetta delicately fiddled with her hair, curling clumps of dark strands between her fingers nonchalantly.

And as per usual, she was grinning like an idiot at the chinchilla- its possibly one of the only things on this earth to get her properly smiling ear to ear like that.. It's great to watch such hidden happy innocence from the cool reserved girl.

Violetta snickered
"She... Doesn't really know the difference." She cooed the chinchilla once more, leaning down to blow the dusty rodent a kiss.

"South korea is quite a way away yes... But i still see her, and that's enough for me. I'm thinking of moving there at some point, actually"
Violetta admitted, it was rather spur of the moment idea from a couple weeks prior, but she knew enough of the language to get by. It would be far better than russia either way.

"I might have some bleach somewhere but... I've got nothing against going to Isakstad- I have not properly gone out there for anything outside of the occasional grocery run"
Local girl absolutely stoked to have someone to go to town with at last!!
Daniel
◆ "That's how I got here, man." She chuckled, cupping her other hand up and offering it as extra support for Soup to rest upon. "Vicious spite. You know the deal, I hope... Patricide."

□ Railing off the last part with a somewhat unhinged giggle, it was almost as if she was happy she'd done it. Truthfully, she *Was,* And she was also pissed that she hadn't finished the job, but with her only shot at retribution being a straight shot to America to testify she figured she had no choice. Grudges remained upheld, but the old man kept living, and maybe that in and of itself was growth for Margo.

▪︎ Sure, she was going to testify against him. She was going to ruin everything he'd built up and then guarantee her own life being paid in full. Some fates were worse than death.

◆ "Guess it's settled, then." Margo looked up at Violetta for a moment, then back at the door. "In a few minutes, though. This little guy's too cute to say no to."
Joan
Violetta didn't know why Margo was here of course- she didn't check, she didn't care. And if she did know, she'd probably be impressed at the other girl's actions- something that the shorter lass had always wished to do, but lacked the strength or willpower.
It was almost refreshing to hold such a strange and morbid envy.

"You can put her on the floor if you want, she likes to run around the room and wack into your feet like a rude little tyrant."

Violetta took her hand away from the chinchilla to go clear her bed up absentmindedly. Internally, she hoped that the taller gal didn't mind Violetta's habitual spring cleaning of her messy room.. It had to get done eventually! That eventually being in the presence of a girl that she was Kind Of Attracted To?? A lot of confusion for one day, but it was exciting, and gave her something to think about at last.
Daniel
◆ "Alright. Putting her down, watch your step."

□ Announcing her next move like she had found herself in a pokemon battle, Margo gently set Soup down onto the floor, carefully booping her head once she had done so. Standing up, she noticed Violetta was back to spring cleaning, a habit she herself had when it came to the upkeep of her room. The strict regimen tended to keep her on the straight and narrow, and almost seemed to help her mental state.

▪︎ As it turned out, physical activity and a clean room did wonders for one's mental health.

◆ "Gonna go grab my boots while you clean, if you don't mind." A heads-up rather than a question, Margo slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her, the last aftershocks of the kiss rippling through her body now that she wasn't subconsciously focused on being cool and impressive and whatever else her lonely mess of a brain wanted Violetta to see her as. Jogging back up to her room, she quickly grabbed her beloved Blundstone boots, slipping her feet in while rambling off the vague details to a suitably confused yet supportive Uri, and within a couple minutes of leaving she was back at Violetta's dorm, knocking. "Alright, I'm back. Let's get this show on the road, huh?"
Joan
The small girl kneeled down to attempt to pet the excited animal, or wave around a treat- before remembering her making the bed mission and returning to an upright position.

Violetta nodded
"Okay, mind the door so Soup doesn't get out and reign terror upon the mortal realm of newtons cradle."
Thats a nerdy, long winded way of saying 'make sure Soup doesnt get out!'

Once Margo was gone, Violetta quickly sorted her bed and swept Soup into her hands
"Did you see that Soup? I kissed her- I'm not.. Quite sure how to think" She consulted, as if the chinchilla was going to respond somehow.
Returning the chinchilla to her cage, the rambles didn't quite end.

"I really like Margo- but am i ready for anything?- I mean... I was over Konstantine for a while befire we broke up- I kind of saw it coming- this whole bi thing is just rattling my brain-" She drawled, arms crossed on the counter of the dresser where the cage perked. She was silent for a couple seconds, before letting out a groan
"What if she thinks my scar is weirddd-" Not really the main priority right now, but in Violetta's brain even the most trivial of things can seem world ending.
"If she thought that she wouldn't have kissed me- what if she thinks *I'm* Weird for moving on so quickly even though i had been hoping he'd break up with me for months now!- ughh" Gloomily, she slumped her head onto the counter into her folded arms, her spindly leg bouncing up and down uncertainly.

"I'm... Talking to a chinchilla." She mumbled, huffing quietly and mentally kicking herself for not making more damn friends.
She moves from her position a few seconds before Margo knocks, trotting to the door and opening it midway through throwing on some simple mary janes

.
"Mhm!" She turned around to blow a kiss at the chinchilla enclosure- quickly turning back to Margo with an all familiarly anxious smile.
"Lead the way"
Daniel
◇ And, unknowing of the mopey teenage soliloquy Soup had just received, Margo let a whisper of a smile spread across her lips.

■ "Hey." She greeted her friend – or, was it her fling? The distinction was fuzzy in her head at the moment. – as she stepped out after blowing a kiss to her chinchilla. It was oddly endearing, in a sweet sort of way, and it caused her to think about her own habits with her pets. She kissed Sadie on the head every day, and she slept facing Cosmo at night because he took up the habit of sleeping facing her. It was just one of those weird habits one got into with pets after a bond had been formed, and the speed with which she'd bonded with her new pet amazed Margo.

▪︎ It still felt like she was bonding with Sadie after a month, for crying out loud.

◆ "Sorry if I kept you waiting. I think the bus comes around in ten minutes... We've got time."