Serena
◆ "C'mon, Margo... You've gotta look nice, fuck."

□ Stress was nothing new for Margo. Given her upbringing, she knew what stress felt like, and she knew she usually worked well under stress despite being the human equivalent of a warehouse full of ammonium nitrate. But, the sort of stress that knowing Vi was on her way brought upon her was entirely foreign, and it seemed intent on exposing her every last flaw and imperfection. The way her hair always looked slightly greasy despite her taking good care of it, that one persistent zit along the bridge of her nose, her teeth stained from a short lifetime of drinking tea and eating acidic foods religiously... It was all coming back as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror attached to the inside of her and Uri's dorm room door, and it was coming back with a vengeance. Busting the zit with a wince and a clenched jaw, she wiped up the mess and looked at herself again; should she have restyled her hair? Was her lounging around in a bikini top too forthcoming? It felt like it, yet the heat outside kept her from throwing on a bootleg shirt and calling it a day.

▪︎ Needless to say, whatever the deal was between her and Vi, she knew she'd *Never* Felt this way, these worries, these thoughts... It was all exhilarating and terrifying, and as she sat back down on the couch she couldn't help but nervously chew on a necklace she'd ordered without telling anyone. Seems as though she was still a little embarrassed about being autistic deep down, even if all the evidence pointed towards it.
Jennie
While looks were something Vi frequently stressed over, she hadnt really worried about dolling up for someone specifically in a while- what screams casual but put together? She wanted to be more... Bold! Far more akin to her age than what she was usually dressed in. She knew her hair was fine- a simple slightly overgrown bob cut (though nowadays she questioned the reliability of getting a wolf cut..? Though the short girl wasn't sure if that was leaving her sort of predisposed Vibe) 
Going bold was so much harder than she thought it would be. She looked at herself in the mirror with an uncertain bubble in her stomach at the concept of the flared jeans she had on, she cringed at the skintight baseball shirt, twirling awkwardly a couple times with a couple quiet whines.

Face wise, her scarring was looking up! The healing process was something that she pelted with enthusiasm, and while the scarring wouldn't go away- she knew that was something Margo was certainly keen on. She grinned at herself, was blue a good colour for her braces? Vi let out a contemplating groan.

It'll have to do!- she looked like the early 2000s got into an apocalypse and suffered the consequences. She tossed up her hair a couple times as she prepared to take the leap out the door; and with that, she opened to the hallway and found her way thoughfully to Margo's door.

Walking through the halls, she tried her best to just chill the fuck out, she smelt fine, she looked ok (if not a little awkward with the very new sort of look), and as she rapped a knock onto Margo's door, her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Ah yes, young love. She sorta hoped this feeling Wouldn't happen, but new uncertain romances were somewhat riveting at times...
Serena
● [KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK]

◇ Well, she'd been waiting for it, yet her heart still leapt from its home within her ribcage as the three knocks echoed through her admittedly packed room.

□ Shooting up from the couch, she let the chew necklace fall from her teeth as she pulled it off and stuffed it out of sight. Even though they were two peas in a pod on that front, she couldn't help but feel ashamed, like it wasn't meant to be talked about, or seen, so she hid it out of sight and tried to put it out of mind. Popping the door open with a nervous pull she had a smile and a light flush on her face, only deepening as she saw Vi in a tight baseball shirt and flared jeans. Compared to her generally mousey, almost conservative way of dressing, it was a welcome change, and she'd have been lying if she tried to claim her eyes didn't veer where they weren't supposed to for a second before resting on her friend's twin-tone eyes.

◆ "Hey, Vi. Decided to try something new out? Looks nice, darl... I... I mean. It suits you. Yeah." She stepped aside, letting Vi stroll in at her own leisure as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What she'd see on the other side of the door was a condensed, well-organized pile of knowledge and reptiles, her dresser pressed up against the back of her couch and Cosmo in his enclosure atop it sunning himself. Bookshelves lined the wall beside the couch, and a large flatscreen sat atop a stand. A desk in the corner lifted Sadie's enclosure up, and the little darling could be seen in the shade, only his tail poking out from under his little dome. As Vi walked in and closed the door she followed, resisting the urge to smack her butt out of respect for unspoken boundaries and the fact that they weren't even dating yet. Or, were they? She still didn't know. "Don't mind the mess, i've crammed a lot into here. Thankfully Uri doesn't mind... I've kept them in the know the whole way and they seem to be fine with it, so. How's it going?"
Jennie
Margo looked as good as usual, and Vi wasn't too surprised by that at all- she never payed any mind or notice to the perpetual little bit of grease in the girl's hair, or the now redness by her nose- it all formed into the same bigger picture, painting had in a way taught her how little the details actually mattered.
She clasped her hands together, her voice piping up after a second or so.

"My eyes are up here, miss Killjoy" 
L + ratio + caught lacking. She half smiled, stepping in cautiously. It was half unapparent, but she was kidding it seemed- if she were offended by anything she would have bluntly left, but Vi slinked in quite comfortably after the initial surprise.

"Mhm, I like my style but... My sister kept bugging me to try new stuff. I still don't like her, but she had a point." She mused, fiddling with her fingers inside the half extravagant room of reptile mayhem. It was a cute interest- niche enough to be attractive, and cool enough to not be absurd or creepy- like an obsession with cremation would be- or even worse, an obsession with world war two... She's been there, done that.
"Woah... You sure love your reptiles, I mean- this is quite the collection of merchandise." She commented towards the piles of books, pages upon pages of herpetology and the things that made Margo well... Margo!

She was quick to take a look at Sadie, blissfully unaware of Margo's amazing self restraint and irresolution. Though the question hung in the air as usual about What Were They? Maybe Vi would ask... Just maybe- but for now, she found herself content with her self viewing of it being a situationship.

"Hmm, I've been good, painting, spoiling Soup, thinking about you- the usual sort of stuff"

Insert bad attempt at flirting there.
Serena
◆ "Fuck. Sorry."

□ Well, she'd been caught. Sheepishly laughing, she followed Vi into her room, a sprawling mess of reptiles and dead languages and Owl House merchandise out the fucking wazoo. Special interests, as it turned out, were far beyond anything she'd attentively noted before, and her sheer obsession with the show manifested in fanzines on the shelf, posters, and even a couple of pins on her TV stand that she didn't quite know what to do with yet. Sitting down she looked over at Vi as she spoke, noting how she was looking in at Sadie. Hearing that she'd been on the other's mind, though, once again sent a flock of butterflies down her throat and into her stomach, nervous wingbeats tickling the inside of her chest cavity something fierce.

▪︎ How was it that someone so short could make her into such a mess?

◆ "Fair. I'd imagine Soup's a pint-sized tyrant, huh? She looks the type." Margo chuckled, relaxing into the couch where she spent most of her days reading or tending to her reptiles. "Also, little old me's been on your mind...? I think you've got a hang-up or two." She teased, her deep, accented voice rolling off her tongue with an amused yet awkward lilt. "And as for me...? I've been okay. Reading about languages, tending to my sons, watching the same three shows over and over... You might have noticed the pins on my stand. I impulse bought them, but fuck, I dunno what to do with them, man, so..." A soft hum followed. "Anyways, yeah, I do love them. Sometimes it feels like I'm living more for them than myself, to tell you the truth..."

▪︎ "I mean." Standing up, she leaned over the back of the couch and, cautiously, she extended a hand out for Cosmo to scurry onto. Forever the attention whore, he soon obliged, and she lifted him out into her awaiting hands. "How can I say no to a face like this, right?"
Jennie
"Before marriage... How taboo of you." She tutted teasingly, another day another blackmail on Margo's good name... Not that there was much she could actually use with that. Oh well.
Vi swung her arms by her sides for a couple moments- her heart raced a little bit around Margo- similarly so when looking around at just how intriguing the other girl was; dead languages scattered around the room, Margo's interest in them seemed to spring them back to life with gusto, and the endearment with the owl house made the corners of Vi's mouth turn up into a genuine smile, despite how clumsy and out of place it looked.

She plonked down beside Margo, leaning on her for a moment, before subconsciously bringing herself upright like a plank of wood. She let out a quiet huff
"You don't even know, the little monster is sucking me dry of sleep, she has a little wheel and decides that night time is the best time for it. Because why not." She noted dryly, shaking her head with a half smile.
"Youre lucky I dont know whaf a hang up means, or else I'm sure I'd be... Super offended right now." The mumble drawled out of her mouth sultry, a small tut noise being made afterwards.
"Ah yes, it seems like busy business being a half single mother to two children like those"

She hummed idly as Cosmo scampered up Margo's arm, a bond formed on adoration and trust that made Vi let out a little chuckle.
Her hand hesitantly reached out for Cosmo to.. Sniff or something? She wasn't quite sure how lizards worked, and had only shortly met the reptile in the past.

You let dogs sniff your hand right? Is that a lizard thing too??
Serena
◆ "Oh, it's nothing too bad, man." Margo reassured her companion, noting how she'd leaned against her only to go rigid and upright again. A frown pulled at the corner of her lips. "Also, shit, man, you don't gotta sit up like that. I, er... I'm not gonna bite. Unless you ask. But also not really because I don't want to hurt you. There's other people I'd rather make yearn for death."

□ Half awkward flirt and half thinly-veiled threats against those who she thought had wronged her for whatever reason, Margo's words awkwardly bounced off of her tongue like punch-drunk kids on a bouncy slide. Something about Vi caused her brain to backfire and die out, badass aloof futch energy replaced with genuine awkward young lesbian charm, the tingles of romance tickling her throat and her ribcage something fierce. Part of her wanted to reach out, to bring Vi into her arms, but... Would that have been too forward? Or overstepping a boundary that hadn't even been established?

▪︎ And all this time, Cosmo was curiously bumping his head into Vi's hand, almost like he *Wanted* Her to scratch under his chin.

◆ "Huh, look at that, I think he wants you to give him scritches." Margo chuckled once she noticed her reptilian friend laying his head against the side of Vi's hand. "Just... Under his chin, softly. Right side's his favourite... Don't go too hard, though, you're still a stranger to him, wouldn't be hard to betray his trust. Anyways, so what, your shirt shows you off, and I love – I mean, appreciate – every part of you. Fuck." The last word quietly echoed out as she realized what she said, her gaze fixing itself on a replica wanted poster of Eda from The Owl House pinned to the wall. "Sorry."
Jennie
She loved the way Margo bumbled around her sentences in search of any sort of romance in that smooth brain of her's, and the moment she heard the phrase 'i dont bite' she sorta knew Something was going to happen. And sure enough it was awkward in seconds, which Vi adored in some way.
Her shoulder swayed wordlessly back into Margo's with a gentle bump- Vi let out a half awkward click from her mouth.

Violetta had a naturally very gentle gaze when it came to Margo, she looked down with the same delicate smile as a soft pink dusted over her cheeks. The unsteady status of their relationship left Vi in an awkward, yet unspokenly exhilarating spot.
Her outstretched hand tenderly stroked and scratched along the lizard's jaw, small clicking and tutting noises erupting from her throat once it had started.

It was a usual thing for Vi to do this, upon petting anything, she chutted to the animal at a steady and comfortable rhythm, a sense of calm falling over her usually quite highly strung self.
"Such a cutie... I see the appeal" She mumbled as she cooed towards the lizard.

Her immersed look of gentle stoicism towards the lizard slowly began to fade as she took in the other girl's awkward speech; her lips upturned to a smile and then opened to a giggle and a snicker in response to the awkward flirting, and the VERY forward way of confession.
"Why thank you, I'm quite fond of your body parts too."
While her voice reeked of teasing sarcasm, at least Vi seemed to be enjoying herself as she swung her head around to face Margo.
She wanted another kiss, weirdly enough, but as far as Violetta is concerned, that could wait as it pushed to the back of her head.

"I'm glad you like the shirt though, I was quite uncertain for a bit. You're good as usual, I've always envied your fashion sense."
Serena
◆ "Jesus, that sounds worse now that you put it that way..." Margo rubbed the back of her neck and looked away, quietly cringing at herself for being too forthcoming, too susceptible to Vi's physical allure, too *Brash.* She'd have to tone it down. "Anyways..."

□ Falling into a comfortable yet tense silence, she looked over at Vi as her shoulder leaned into her own, a flurry of fuzzy emotions rocketing up her arm, neck, and directly into her head. She'd always envied television couples, and their occasional yet endearing displays of affection, but being in that position and feeling her good friend – a term that admittedly still felt *Off* – lean up against her was something else. It was young romance, blossoming, and for all her aloof, stubborn charm she couldn't help but *Melt* Around the shorter girl just a few inches away.

▪︎ Naturally, she leaned her cheek against the top of Vi's head and hummed softly, yearning yet too nervous to make the first move.

◆ "Thanks. I took along my bikini tops *Just* For weather like this. Funnily enough, actually, I don't have any bikini bottoms; something something, a dick isn't easy to hide in those skimpy things." She laughed. "But the tops are great in the summer, so I keep 'em around. God knows the hormones did their thing, so no reason to hide how comfortable I am in my body these days." She continued, wordlessly scooping Cosmo into her loving hands as he flopped down. Lifting him, she put him on her shoulder, as if he were a parrot in a high seas crime comedy. "Because, yeah, I'm... Pretty comfortable with myself nowadays. It's taken a while to get here, but better late than never, huh?"
Jennie
"Yes it is isnt it?"
She noted coolly as the taller girl looked away sheepishly- weird flirtatious slips that come out so much *Weirder* Than you ever intended is a normal thing in such budding romances, like an awkwardly formed petal that leans to the side wryly, among a crowd of perfect petals.

The soft skin of Margo's cheek up against her head startled Vi, her face heated up, and if you looked closely some steam would probably have leaked out of her ears. 


"I wish I had that confidence, or the sort of facilities- hot weather is awful for my skin, believe it or not" 
Ah yes, the pains of already being 40% burnt AND pale as fuck- Vi was the sort of girl that didn't tan, but rather burnt and got a fuck ton of freckles.

The freckles were adorable, the burning less so.

"I don't think anything's easy to hide in bikinis, I like my long sleeves and trousers- I can't wait for autumn." Her gaze followed Cosmo onto Margo's shoulder, and then to Margo's face. For what felt like a minute, but added up realistically to a couole seconds, Vi studied the taller girl's face with slightly parted lips.. Is this what she had been missing out on? Girls? How she coped, she didn't know- all she had to go off of was a Winona Ryder poster and as far as she was aware, EVERYONE was attracted to Winona Ryder.

"Yeah- you should be comfortable with yourself- you're hot- well, gorgeous, I- ugh."
Another attempt at casual flirting falls flat in the atmosphere of Margo and Uriel's dorm.
"I'll... Maybe be confident one day, though it's a little hard."
Serena
◆ "I'd imagine, man." Margo spoke, giggling softly and cooing to Cosmo as he burrowed his head into the base of her neck. "Where was I...? Oh, yeah, burns. You probably tan like an Irishman... I'd imagine it's cute. *Why'd I say that...? Too forward.*"

□ Voice growing unsteady as she spoke, it was the compliment that broke her down into a surprisingly bashful mess, her gaze once again shooting about as she tried to hide the fact that she was nervous. Nervous, nervous, *Nervous,* It tugged at her stomach with barbed ropes, wrapped her neck in piano wire, lit her blood vessels ablaze, and for all of her years of seeing herself as the cliché silent strong type in a relationship she was awfully soft and mushy.

▪︎ Thankfully, as she focused on the wall Vi kept on talking, and like a diehard fan she hung on every word.

◆ "True." A brief image of what could be flashed in her mind before she hurriedly forced the image out of her mind for her own sake, steam metaphorically pouring out of her ears. "But, gotta admit, trousers and stuff really suit you. You dress like an... This is gonna sound fucked, but you dress like a grandpa, and I couldn't imagine you otherwise." She spoke, unsteady but genuine, like the words were scary to say yet needed to be said. Taking a moment to process the shock and flustered flutters of being called not one, but *Two* Different sorts of radiant, she gently nuzzled her cheek into the crown of Vi's head.

◆ "No worries, I get what ya mean. I know, it's... Fuck, man, I've flirted before, but actually flirting with someone so wonderful is..." A hum. "It's tricky. Anyways, chin up, Vi, you've got it in ya."
Jennie
She fiddled with Margo's hand subconsciously, she was well aware it was not her own hand yet for some reason... It sorta didnt really add up or get comprehended in her brain before she let go, and tried to pretend that she Wasnt doing that.
Obviously the other would notice, she couldn't just gaslight Margo into thinking that she had been keeping her hands to herself, but the thought was there.

Tan like an irishman, she silently mulled it over in her head, before looking at Margo with mock betrayal and offense.
"What about it? I wear suncream so i only slightly burn" She tutted, lips lifting at the 'cute' implication. She leaned back into the other girl without thinking; at this point you'd think she were doing this on purpose, to get Margo nervous or flustered and clumsy. But it was simply her romantic habits once she got comfortable. 

Instant betrayal. Grandpa- she would not stand for this! The heretic heathen beside her had suggested that Vi dressed no more than a crusty old guy.

She rolled her eyes and playfully nudged Margo, tutting as usual.
"It's academic, i Have to wear it so people know I'm smart." She commented, her two hands now intertwined and squeezed tight.
"Maybe i should dress like a grandma instead soon, at least it'll be more on par." Her words crushed to a fine, smooth felt, Vi's voice came out calmer than usual.
She was getting used to it at long last.

"I mean... I've flirted plenty before, unsurprisingly. Wasted so much brainpower"
Serena
◆ "Don't think I don't notice that."

□ Awkward yet sultry, Margo had noticed Vi fiddling with her hand, and with lips cut like crinkle fries and a bouncing leg she grabbed the other's hand and gave it a light squeeze, dragging her short nails against its back. That was what others liked, right? It was always what she'd loved when she wasn't feeling well as a kid, back scratches from Mom with heavt emphasis on the nails, and she hoped that Vi would be the same as her. Still gently running her thumb and its nail along her friend's hand, she chuckled at what the other was saying.

▪︎ Seemingly she'd struck a nerve.

◆ "You look like a dork, so I'd say you're doing fine." Margo teased, gently nudging Vi back and looking over with a soft yet genuine smile. "I mean, fuck, look at me. I dress like a military brat and yet I spend most of my free time reading about obscure shit. Academia takes a lot of forms, I guess. Anyways, grandma, grandpa, whatever, I'll let you feed me any time!... Fuck, that's weird, actually." Embarrassment began to set in, and Margo's free hand gently toyed with the light material of her shorts. "Jesus, I should learn to think before I speak, huh? The fuck kinda flirt is *I'd let you feed me any time, grandma,* Huh? Like, might as well put me in the fuckin' high chair and make airplane noises at that point."
Jennie
The gentle scratching of nails across the soft back of her hand made Vi shudder a little in surprise, her eyes fluttering closed, content with the situation as she leaned against Margo as if the taller girl were a pillar, holding up a large stone monument of her adoration. She almost took Margo's hand and pressed a kiss against it, but so far refrained.
It's a miracle she ever questioned her sexuality, else she risk never being able to get into this situation in the first place, and that... That would be a disaster.
"Well thats new.." She mumbled quietly, allowing Margo to simply do whatever to her hands, the consequence being her heart rate picking up like the final stretch of the marathon.

She watched on in esteem as Margo continued talking, about aesthetic, about hobby, whatever comes to mind- until a feeling of whiplash hits her.
'ill let you feed me any time!'


Her laugh had always been awkward and loud, it came out in a sort of strange wheeze, but she was imperfect- and it was surely something Vi was coming around to. Desperately, she attempted to compose herself over how fucking *Strange* Of a flirtation that was.

"*Please* Brain before mouth" Vi remarked with a grin, shifting back to a less vulnerable and fruity position.

"Khehe, that's awful- you're adorable- learn to flirt please-"
Amused.Mp4
Serena
◇ What was she expecting?

□ A few moments of silence hammered home the fact that she'd perhaps said the weirdest fucking thing she could have, but to her delighted surprise Vi began to laugh. A quiet snicker escalated all the way up to a roaring wheeze of a laugh, endearingly kooky and off-beat, and Margo couldn't help but laugh along, wrapping an arm around her companion as she laughed ever louder. It was so much noise that she could feel Cosmo scurry down her back in a nervous fit, presumably hopping onto the back of the couch and finding his own perch to look over his kingdom from.

▪︎ And as for Margo...? She kept an arm around Vi, rubbing her bicep lightly and tapping her fingers against it.

◆ "I mean, hey, I managed to get a kiss from you off the back of a flirt, so... I have my moments. That was one of them, but... Y'know. A moment for the cringe comp my brain forces me to watch every night." She chuckled. "But, yeah... Brain before mouth. Got it. What a fuckin' weird thing of me to say, huh?"
Jennie
She made a quiet "Noo" As the lizard scurried away- before accepting the lizard's wishes with a sigh of betrayal. Violetta found herself recovering awkwardly from the laughing fit, as soon as she thought she would over it, she'd let out another snort or snicker, tipping over and bumping into Margo's side.
She disregarded the hand on her arm, it wasn't something she payed any attention to- if anything it was a comforting presence that held her upright as she held back cackles.

The term bicep should be used lightly, as there didnt feel to be any muscle there at all.. Just a bit of squishy skin and bone.
Maybe she should start working out one of these days... Or getting a healthy diet would work too. Maybe both... At the same time! Self consciousness flooded her a bit- in contrast to the girl next to her, Vi was beyond scrawny, it was like a shrimp next to a... Bigger and stronger shrimp, i suppose. She overestimates how tall Margo is on the regular; partly because she feels tiny, and partly because Margo's muscle makes her look bigger proportion wise.

She was finally quieter, looking up at Margo with a half lidded smile- her fingers drummed together as she was paying her attention on Margo.
"Care for another one?" Rare Vi flirtation, her head swindled in place, her eyebrow and a half raising at Margo.

"You're a dork, it's wonderful"
Serena
◆ "I." Red instantly, looking off to one side. Seemingly just that tiny flirt had caught her off-guard. "Let me just..."

□ After just a touch of hesitation and wondering if it was even fine to go back in so early, she decided it just wasn't worth it to cower in fear instead of go in for it. So, with the hand she'd already wrapped around the other's slender frame she gently ran her hand up Vi's arm, dragging her fingernails very lightly and humming softly. Tracing her fingers all the way up to Vi's jaw, she turned the other's head to face her, and laid down three smooches: one initial, and two of pure pleasure.

▪︎ Then she backed up and looked down at Vi.

◆ "How'd I do?"
Jennie
Good ending: i actually quite like gay people! Violetta hadn't expected such a visceral reaction off of Margo to such a simple, age old line; yet the other girl glowed a bright red in the face, and she couldnt help but smile.
She buzzed at the seams, a small beating in the back of her head wondering if it would actually result in anything.
Any kisses, anything further.

Violetta wasnt struck surprised by feeling Margo's hand begin to move, she kept a cool and calm demeanor- of course, she had plenty of experience, especially compared to her companion (of whom had only had one, or a few if they've kissed between that scene and now- who knows.).
She shuddered at the light scratching against the fabric on her arm, and then a comfortable shuffle forwards at the sensation of gentle touch on her jaw.

The kisses were nothing special besides being from Margo Killjoy, simple awkward teen movie kisses that made her heart thrum against her fragile ribcage.
Her hand found its way grasping gently onto Margo's spare hand, either for stability or... God knows what. Something or other.

The moment Margo pulled away, she yearned for the taller girl's lips back against her own, even if just lingering- but it was far past that.
She glanced up at Margo, trying to come up with some smartass answer.

"Great- good- almost as good as me"

Half got there
Serena
◇ Turns out that stammered line of praises were enough.

□ Buzzing something fierce, Margo leaned herself back into the cushioning of the couch, and she took a few moments to just *Think* In the comfortable yet electric silence that filled the room. In the span of just over a month she'd went from rewatching specific Owl House episodes and pining so hard her heart felt as if it were on a bed of charcoals to having someone who made her feel all the ways she'd ever wanted to and then some. It was a rapid shift, and uncharted waters, but she knew her way around the cabin of a boat and didn't fear anything.

▪︎ Well, anything except seeming too desperate and scaring Vi away. She was just so thrilled to finally have a girl to call her own that her usual reservations seemed to melt.

◆ "You've, er... Got really soft lips." A genuine compliment, shot off a little awkwardly. "You must bite the skin off of them like I do, huh? Not that I'd... Nibble the skin off. Y'know. Never mind, don't mind me."

▪︎ What a DORK.
Jennie
``[insert paused TV static here]
Ur scheduled gay rights broadcast will return at like some point``

Violetta's body involuntarily fell back into the soft of the couch in time to Margo- her hands plastered onto her cheeks in partial disbelief. They'd kissed before, why did it always feel so special? She bit her lip- Vi could hardly help but wonder similarly. From a fucking rejected wreck to... Somewhat stable, despite being in the middle of nowhere in sweden, lacking her mother and her motorcycle.
Sigh.

She was waltzed out of her daydreams by Margo's bittersweet voice, a flutter in her chest for half a second. Her.. Girlfriend- that felt weird to say, even traitorous to the strange, self loathing voice in the back of her head, of which she had decided to shut out... Especially in that moment.

She let out another quiet laugh, leaning forward and against Margo with a quiet thud. Not going to lie, Margo was not the comfiest of people physically but... The plush of the couch supported her enough as she half leant against margo.

"I'll always mind you. Yes, I do bite the skin off my lips when stressed- painful, but I'm glad my anxious habits have paid off"

Theyre both so bad at this i wont them
Serena
◆ "Could be worse." Margo replied in turn, casual and aloof as always. "I knew a guy back in Brooklyn, went to middle school with him, and every time he got stressed out he'd shit himself. *On command, Vi.* You shouted at the guy when he was spaced out and you'd hear that distinctive wet shit sound before he'd run out crying. At least you biting your lips makes them... Infinitely sweet."

□ Weird terms, but the point got across well enough, she hoped. Compared to Alan, the aforementioned stress shitter, Vi's lip biting habit wasn't all bad; if anything, she'd noticed it when they first started hanging out, yet never could bring herself to comment on it. It seemed harmless, and helped along with a healthy dash of being endearing it was one of many traits that'd made her fall so hard so fast when she'd so desperately wanted to be the aloof, slow lover, the mysterious cool femme fatale of her dreams and her fantasies.

▪︎ Instead, she was just an awkward teenager who couldn't look her girlfriend in the eyes without her legs bouncing out of excitement. What a dork.

◆ "The worst part about that guy, though?" She continued, tapping her fingers against the back of Vi's hand before grabbing it wholesale and gently resting it atop her own like it was a throne. "He was already horribly shy, so some of my classmates basically bullied him *Out* Of the school I was at. I actually beat one of those bastards to a pulp that same day, I heard Alan had been pulled and I just fuckin' *Swung.* Needless to say, I got suspended for a while for that stunt; worth it, though."

[Pokes this thread]
Jennie
There was something very attractive about strong girls who can't flirt. Or maybe that's just what Violetta tells herself to make up for circumstances like this, in which Margo will say the most strange addition to a conversation, and Vi will get strangely invested.
She really didn't know why Margo had to add on the 'wet shit' description. Letting out a quiet snicker, she grinned that crooked, out of tune smile at the taller girl.

How on earth a 16 year old redhead was going to be 'femme fatale' is beyond me, and beyond Violetta as well- who could see easily into what Margo tries to go for. She much preffered the bumbling, clumsily affectionate underdog thing- her cheeks going ever so slightly pink at Margo's unprompted hand holding.

Ah yes, justice for wet shit kid, justice best served cold by Margo herself.
"...Good- It's good that you stood up for him. Weird habit sure but... The world could use more vigilantes, I think." She noted, shuffling a little closer to Margo, her other hand resting absently on her partner's knee.

"Plus you won a suspension out of it- free couple days off, hm?"
Serena
◆ "Can say that again." Margo let out a brief throaty chuckle, chest rising and sinking like a blanket in a windstorm. "Plus, yeah, the suspension was nice. I spent the week off from school watching old boxing tapes and... Fuck, what else did I do?"

□ Well, this sucked. The suspension wasn't even particularly far in her past, about three years behind her, yet the ensuing week was apparently splotched with inky blocks of missing memory. What *Had* She done? She knew she'd spent the week at least watching old boxing matches, and pestering the family's two cooks, but there was something, some sort of point of note, that lingered on her tongue yet refused to drip off into the awaiting cup of knowledge, and it visibly frustrated her. Her jaw clenched, her hand went rigid, and then after a few moments of steadily maddening at herself she suddenly shot up straight, posture perfect, and snapped her fingers.

▪︎ What a coin of a person.

◆ "I remember now, fuck! Er... Yeah, I was trying to help my mom in the garden. Didn't really work out, though... I have a necrotic thumb. I think I could kill a tree just by fuckin' touching it, which is ironic to say given the bonsai on my windowsill, but... Uri usually waters it alongside their plants. I just trim it, and that's what's important. Have I ever actually mentioned I have a bonsai?"
Jennie
: ̗̀➛✯ It was nice, listening to Margo talk, to put it lightly. The taller girl's words soothed easily into Vi's mind, and left a sweet, delicate tingle against her eardrum. Her thumb meekly stroked over the back of Margo's hand, affection and esteem oozing off each brush against the obscurely textured skin.
And even when Margo fell silent in thought, her action didnt cease.

: ̗̀➛✯ Like water poured into a freezer, Margo's hand went stiff in the frustration, and Vi was caught off guard by the growing exasperation. 
She delicately took Margo's hand up to her face, giving it a graze of a kiss in some sort of attempt to silently tell her to chill out.

: ̗̀➛✯ The way Margo shot up with such fever made Violetta jump a little- though it was nice to see her partner back on the rails. The short girl half grinned at Margo, her crossed right leg bouncing as she looked over Margo and the beauty of her features, especially when she looked pleased.

: ̗̀➛✯ Oh? A bonsai, this was new information!- Violetta giggled at the anecdote
"Sucks to be you, I used to have a lot of plants before coming over to the cradle."
Vi nudged Margo teasingly, then looking over at the windowsill, and sure enough, there sat a bonsai. She raised her eyebrows and nodded in approval

: ̗̀➛✯ "You never mentioned, but it's very pretty. Maybe it picks up from it's surroundings?" Casual flirt.Mp4
Serena
◆ "Maybe." Margo casually spoke, following Vi's gaze to the windowsill once she'd recovered a bit from having the back of her hand kissed. A little bit terrifying, but also totally exhilarating... Was this what she'd been missing out on? "And if that's the case I'm giving it to you so it'll become the most beautiful of bonsai, at least on this side of the Atlantic. *Too cheesy...*"

□ Beating herself up a touch under her breath, she fixed her gaze back on the television first, then on her shoulder as she felt Cosmo's stubby little feet along it. Turning her head to face him, she awkwardly scooped him up and dropped him back in her lap, scratching under his jagged chin in the spot she knew he liked more than any other. Now that things were quiet again, she relaxed into the comfortable silence, running one thumb along Vi's hand and the other under Cosmo's chin, two of the most important creatures in her life in her grasp at the same time.

▪︎ She could get used to this.

◆ "Have I ever actually gave you a room tour? Just thought of that."

It's. Been a week lol
Jennie
: ̗̀➛✯ Violetta giggled quietly at the taller girl's overly cheesy flirtations, her hand's touch still lingering on Margo's hand, as if she were to never let go. And honestly? Vi didn't want to let go, she wanted to keep a grip on Margo's hand forever, to be able to recognise every crease and curve of her partner's palm.
"I think I'd take great care of a bonsai, but unfortunately Soup requires constant attention, as does my lady"

: ̗̀➛✯ Violetta shuffled closer to Margo, a grin on her face as she slightly pressed against Margo. Sort of like cuddling without the commitment.
She studied the reptile on her girlfriend's lap with half lidded eyes. Something about quiet moments like these managed to make her cheeks heat up and her eyelids grow heavy. In a snug and warm room, with such a wonderful girl... Just made her sleepy.

: ̗̀➛✯ her hand sort of leaned into Margo's touch, in the way a cat would lean into a scratch to the forehead. She used her spare hand to give an extra light scratch at Cosmo's neck- she was plenty happy to provide extra attention to the little creature.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Hm? No actually... You haven't- I can't help but wonder what you keep in this room."
Serena
◆ "What, am I high-maintenance?" Margo coolly replied in a teasing manner. "Ow, Vi. Fuckin' shoot me while you're at it, why don't ya."

□ Laughing once she was done acting faux insulted, it was clear from how she held herself, and how her voice didn't waver, that was simply joking about, teasing Vi in a way that she was sure other people did in relationships. Was it too mean, though? Or was it not mean enough. She'd watched Omar spit game before, and for someone so blunt and so forthcoming he'd had a staggering amount of luck in the four years she'd known him, so maybe she'd be better off being more straight-forward and mean? 

▪︎ Ah, the uncertainties of first loves.

◆ "Anyways..." Giving Vi's hand a squeeze, she let go with a silent yet perceptible whimper before setting Cosmo into her hair and taking a step back from the couch. "This is my room. You know it, you, er... Love it, I hope. The couch is from IKEA, as is the television stand... And the television... And my bookshelves. Might as well have a fuckin' IKEA sponsorship at this point." She laughed. "Anyways, the bookshelves are mostly biographies and linguistic texts, but there's also lots of stuff on religion, philosophy, fishing... Carpentry. Building that shelf for Sadie and Lapis awoke whatever goddamn gene turned my father into a carpenter, so I've been doing my research. Won't hurt to learn. Anyways, beside the stand is my comic collection, and I've got all of my records underneath my TV. My bed's on the right, and yours anytime," She winked, "And the other one is Uri's. I rarely use mine, which is why it looks so nice..."