Wallace
◇ Mistakes had been made, and now she had to pick up the pieces.

□ Earlier in the day, she'd been lounging in the sun, under a tree near the entrance, simply relaxing and waiting to see where the day would go. As it turned out, life took a left turn that day and dropped her off a cliff of regret, right down into Rock Bottom, and now she was power walking through the hallways and stairwells. Where was she going in such a rush? Why, the only place she could think of going: directly to Vi's dorm to apologize and beg for forgiveness for kissing another girl.

▪︎ She reached the door. *Knock, knock, knock.*

◆ "Vi, it's. It's me. I made a fucking huge mistake, lemme in." Compared to her usual loose cool voice she sounded panicked, like she'd seriously done something wrong. "God, I hope you're here, and not, like, in town. Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Stella
Shes in town loser /j

Jk, soft jazz music could be heard through the door, and the short girl could be envisioned scrambling to get it to turn off.
An excitement bubbled in her chest to hear Margo, as caused by the violent throws of teenage love. But... There was a hesitance to open the door upon hearing the guilt stricken tone that stuck to Margo's voice like poison.

But she opened the door anyways, of course she did- Vi was at least flattered that Margo knocked thrice, an ease washed over her for half a second.
She gently swung open the door, noticeably worried.

"Jesus Margo, do you need me to fill a bath with sulfuric acid for you?" 
Morbid joke... But with how the other sounded, it didn't seem fully out of the question.

She moved out the way of the door to let Margo in.
Just what was up with the girl?
Wallace
◆ "Fuck, you might as well." Margo replied, nervously stepping in yet totally unable to bring herself to face her companion. "Feel like throwing myself into one..."

□ A couple of stilted strides carried Margo into the room, sinking down with her back against the foot of Vi's bed and letting out a sigh. Why did she do it? Why had she ignored her better judgment and went in for that kiss? Why, why, *Why?* She wouldn't be in this situation otherwise, so she couldn't help but strangle her inner self by the neck and thrash it around as if it'd be able to spit out answers over all of the blood, phlegm, and mangled flesh caught in its mouth.

▪︎ Maybe she was avoiding the big problem. She fished out a peppermint and chucked it into her mouth.

◆ "I... I guess I'll just. Tell you." Every word that left her throat had to be forced out, and between her hesitant, guilt-laden voice, and the way she sat with her feet planted flat, her knees arched up, and her body hung betwixt her legs like mistletoe, it was clear she was exceedingly nervous. Scared, even. "There was this new girl. Arrived today. We started talking, and..." A sniffle. She raised her hand to the back of her neck and rubbed it, unusually aggressively at times. "I. Fuck, Vi, I kissed her. You were in my head the whole time. I saw your pretty little self in my head the whole fucking time, and my gut was telling me not to, but I did it anyways, and..." A very dejected, shaky sigh. "I felt so terrible afterwards I nearly vomited on the way here. I'm just... So fucking sorry. We. We haven't even established anything and I feel like I've *Cheated* On you..."

▪︎ Her head hung a little lower; time to prepare for whatever anger Vi would have been rightful to voice.
Stella
"Yikes." Is all Vi can respond with as Margo approached, watching her maybe-girlfriend sit by the end of her bed with a frown.
"First take your shoes off please, this is my favourite rug. Second, just... Lay it on me already" She mumbled, sinking beside Margo's side with uncertainty.
She couldn't quite imagine what the problem at hand could be- Margo was usually sort of pent up, but often times in the sort of 'i'm a charmingly awkward rogue!' sort of way, not a 'ive fucked up and want to die' sort of way.
So needless to say, she was curious- especially considering it Looked like Vi was involved one way or another.

She nodded as Margo's explanation vomited out of her mouth painstakingly, her brows furrowing in thought as the monologue braved forwards. Vi's knees were huddled in front of her and pressed gently against her chest. Head laid upon her knees, she looked at Margo through the corner of her eye. (sort of inconveniently, considering only one of her eyes actually give out vision, the other one existing without use).
Dejected, Vi fiddled and toyed with her hair, all the while with a partly pained expression.

She didn't... Want to be mad. She didn't want to feel any animosity towards the situation, they weren't an item after all. No boundaries had been set between the two, no line in the sand for them to not dare cross. They weren't established, their romance remained unlabeled since the first excited kiss.
.

But it was a sore spot, a still fresh wound from just a month or two ago, people come and people go, but she never got told they go for other people. Replacements, replacements, its Always about replacements. The sense of abandonment and replacement had stayed fresh and raging in a frenzy ever since even her sister had been born, perfect slavic baby girl who was immediately just *Better*- or perfect slavic girlfriend who was inevitably far more important, in the long run.

She sorta just prayed that whoever Margo kissed wasn't blonde, but that didn't really seem all that relevant outside of her mind.
Taking a deep breath, Vi sat up and leaned her head against the headboard of the bed structure; her gaze set on the cieling. 
And she was silent, for a couple consecutive moments.

"That's... Tricky." She mutters, assessing the situation internally.
"I'm taking it personally, I shouldn't- sorry- it's... Mm" She let out an overthought whine at the end of her statement, her eyes closing and her head lolling forwards.
"I mean... We haven't established anything, it's no disaster technically and probably morally speaking i just-"
She bit her lip. Now wasnt the time to talk about her problems, thats a 2 shots convo, and neither of them could drink.
"We should... Figure out soon enough what we are, I'm scared I'm accidentally like... Leading you on, i suppose."
Wallace
◇ And kick off her boots she did, her Blundstones coming off and being carelessly tossed towards the rest of Vi's footwear.

■ "No, no, it's. Fine. Your ex just broke up with you a month ago and now your gay awakening's kissing other girls. If anything... If anything you're handling this shit better than me." Margo's voice barely rose above a low, remorseful rumble, like the lowest keys of a church organ. "I'd probably be angrily asking whys and whos and shit... It's just. We haven't really established *Anything,* Yet I feel totally awful, like I've already just chewed you up and spit you out like a... A fucking stick of Doublemint gum."

▪︎ A brief pause followed, and another sniffle. She was clearly trying her best to hold herself together.

◆ "Maybe we should. This whole fling or whatever we have going on *Has* All been a whirlwind of heat and flash, and it's only a matter of time until we kill Mom and Dad and hit the road at this rate. Just... Can you forgive me? I. I know it's still a tender spot, and I'm sorry for chucking lemon juice and coals on it..."
Stella
Violetta tried her best to ignore the rash chucking of the boots- biting the inside of her mouth to stifle the want to comment on the behaviour.
*'teenagers your age are just like that Vi, don't be so dramatic'* Her internal monologue nagged in her brain relentlessly, even in times like this.
Dramatic.. Fuck Vi, don't be so dramatic, the one thing she hated to seem, despite how her body just happens to respond so viscerally to things sometimes, things such as neatless manners, numbers of knocks on the door and god forbid she step on a crack in the large square bricks that lined the streets of isakstad.
Ah yes, the 'tism, out to get her especially in times of crisis.

She nodded to the continued conversation, letting out a quiet 'hmm' under her breath in ambient noise.
"I don't know, I- I feel a little bit guilty saying this but... I failed to feel upset about him leaving me, I was only upset to see myself replaced."
Wow, deep much? She stared towards the door, blinking a couple times and avoiding looking at the clutter of two boots which stood disarrayed beside her neat and orderly rack of shoes, consisting of probably 4 pairs.

"Doublemint..? Surely I'm strawberry gum..." She mumbled, partly to herself- it wasnt an attempt to lighten the mood or anything- it was simply an observation of non serious offense. 
She leaned a little on Margo's shoulder, sighing deeply and closing her eyes.

The cogs in her brain clicked and whirred robotically, as if manufacturing some sort of response to the apology..
Vi hated calling it a fling; she really liked Margo after all but... That was a topic for another day.

"Hitting the road would be nice... One can dream- if only we weren't *Stuck* Here" She noted, a hint of positivity somehow escaping her person.
"Pretty tender spot but... I can't fault you for not knowing what we are when I don't even know either-"

She paused abruptly, considering for a moment
"Plus you called me pretty, and I'm a sucker for that"
Real.
Wallace
◆ "Really?" Well, that was a bit of a surprise. In all the break-ups she'd heard about, she hadn't ever heard it worded like that; Vi seemed more miffed at being replaced than left, and that was its own can of worms. Anyways. "That's... I see. Seems like you handle shit better than I do. I'm just..."

□ *Guilty.* That was the word of the day, and even as she made light conversation back with her companion she couldn't help but feel utterly *Guilty.* Every glance, every hum, every faint whiff of elderflower and lime... It was enough to shatter someone to pieces, and here she was, fruitlessly slathering glue on the cracks to keep herself together, and to keep herself from completely cutting Vi out of her life in what could only be described as dramatic catastrophization; something, something, it was just to keep her safe.

▪︎ But, Vi was her own person, and her senior in terms of age, so who the fuck was she to think that shutting Vi out would do anything but exacerbate the problem?

◆ "I'm... Sorry about hurting you. I really am." Her voice once again hung low, as if she couldn't bring herself to talk louder than a clarified mumble. "I should have just listened to my gut..." A long period of silence followed as she kept her gaze on her socked feet and listened to Vi talk. "Also, that was kind of a Frankenstein of a reference. Sonic Youth, Killjoys... No wave meets comic books. So, I guess now... What *Are* We? Are we together? Are we not? Is this just a weird... What do you call 'em, situationship? Yeah. Hm..."

▪︎ And, like with a lot of things, she fell silent in thought. This sort of situation definitely required a lot of thought; and some careful words.
Stella
"Mhm... He was an awful man but I needed to feel loved. I was so... Obsessed with him, it was hardly love" And the fact that he had immediately found someone better afterwards made Vi want to strangle him or herself
"But that's irrelevant. A whole other can of worms." Dismissal. The need to dismiss such chatter came from Vi in her need to just Keep It To Herself. 
Because it wasn't Margo's business, and it wasnt the taller girl's burden to have to lug around like a suitcase full of cinderblocks.


She placed her hands on her thighs as her right leg bounced rhythmically fast, she took in Margo's words with deep consideration, the clockwork in her head turning harmoniously to come up with an answer.
Maybe Vi was just clutching onto straws, grabbing at loose ends with Margo but fuck- the taller girl awakened Something in her- and she didn't want to condemn anything, she banned the thought of having to leave... Whatever this was! From her brain.

Love wasn't right, but she really, *Really* Liked Margo in some way or another. It just felt so healthy, she wasn't walking on eggshells, she wasnt giving nothing to just chase after scraps in return. It was peaceful and quaint, and Vi insisted to herself on putting the effort in.

"What.. Do you want us to be? It's a little bit confusing I know- but I know I really like you, Margo. You're sweet, pretty, funnier than I am and fuck- you like *Reptiles* Do you not know how sweet that is?- i just"
Confessions are weird, they're so so fucking weird and if Vi could ravage a hole into the ground, lie peacefully down in it and let mother nature's dirt bury her then really, she would.
But to approximately no one's surprise, such surprises don't take place without divine intervention- and upon further inspection, no such thing was taking place.

"That was really awkward. But i hope my point is across. It's up to you"
Wallace
◇ She couldn't help herself from scoffing at hearing how utterly distant and careless Vi's ex had been.

■ "What a fucking cunt." She coolly grumbled, previous feelings of shame and guilt starting to give way to nervousness and a healthy dose of anger. "You gave him your all, and what did he give you back? Burns and a fucked up eye? He didn't *Know* What he had on his hands, how... *Lucky* He was." True colours shone through: Vi was wonderful, and made Margo feel loved and also understand, while her ex was just another person she'd swing on if she ever saw him in public. Of course, after a bit of grumbling she fell silent and simply looked over at Vi, then at the wall, then at Soup, in a strange loop borne from nervousness and the sort of innocent excitement of first confessions and first buds of love.

▪︎ Or, was it really love? Felt too soon to call it that.

◆ "I... Yeah. A little awkward, but I haven't exactly been smooth and collected either." A fretful laugh followed, alongside her hands gently clasping within each other. "But I... I think I'd like a little more. That boy whatever his name is, didn't treat you right, and... I'd love to show you what it feels like to, er... Be valued. Treasured. *Loved.* Treated like a person instead of a trophy, or a straw man to throw off any gay accusations. I just... I like you too. A lot. *God, why is this so hard?*"

▪︎ A natural sort of soft groan, and she leaned into the foot of the bed a little harder. Here's hoping her heart wouldn't blow from nerves.
Stella
"Pretty much. He's lucky I'm weak- one day he'll mess with the wrong people again and it'll suck really bad for him." She notes, despite the resentment she felt for the guy, she had known him, she had known him as rash, unorganised, loud, mouthy and overall brawn over brain. One of these days, someone else will teach him a lesson, she supposed.
He didnt deserve to even graze her thoughts. As if they were connected via bluetooth, Violetta's gaze followed Margo's around the room, although she lingered longer on Soup ever so slightly. 
The silly little rodent left a partial smile on her face for a moment. No thoughts outside hay, food, and the large humanoid servant that bent to her whim.

Violetta shuffled up closer to Margo, to the point where they weren't quite touching, but more just slightly brushing against eachother. It caused a slight redness in the cheeks.
They needed boundaries, elaboration and solidification. That's what the chat was about, so why couldn't her mind just get the fuck out the gutter? Each occasional touch of skin made Vi imagine holding hands, kissing, all that gross sappy stuff...

Vi grinned at Margo, she grinned that same dorky, lopsided grin, the one that showed off her braced teeth and the dimple marked in her cheek.
To be loved... That sounded nice. She had wondered a couple months ago if she'd ever know what that Really felt like. Her head swayed idly and she placed her hand delicately on Margo's clasped ball of her two entertwined hands.

"That... Sounds nice. Christ, this is so cheesy- and strange."

I LOVE GAY RIGHTS SO MUCH
Wallace
◆ "Like a block of gorgonzola." Margo blurted out in stilted syllables before realizing how stupid what she'd just said was. "Actually, why the fuck did I say that? Vi, I think the guilt's fried my brain, just saying dumbass things and not making sense. Mind giving it a smack?"

□ Admittedly, she didn't actually *Want* Vi to whack her in the head. Rather, it was just a joke, a mildly self-depreciating joke meant to alleviate a bit of the embarrassment she felt from comparing this whole situation to a wedge of funky blue cheese. Why had it even came to mind? She didn't exactly *Care* For blue cheese most of the time. It was a real mystery, and it was one she hoped wouldn't repeat itself. For now, though, as she felt Vi's hand against her own she flipped it over and, for the first time, grabbed with barely any hesitation.

▪︎ No nervous jerks, no unsteady reach. She was confident that it was fine this time.

◆ "I guess now it's just... Figuring out what to tell everybody. I. I'll admit, I don't want this to be super public, at least not in the chatroom. Uri's going to know regardless, but... What's your thoughts, darling?"

Be still, her beating heart. Now began the conversation about boundaries and whatnot, and who knew how long they'd be chatting?
Stella
Charmed, Violetta let out a giggle at the absurdity of what had been said. She mouthed a quiet "Okay". She prepped her hand in front of Margo's forehead, and gave it a flick with a lighthearted smile.

I'm not about to make a paragraph about Vi's opinion on blue cheese. Her heart gave a flutter whenever having to see the poor girl beside her fluster over trying to find something to say. On top of a billion redeeming features, Margo's adorable word vomit was always somewhere near the top.
She leaned on Margo's shoulder, vision flicking to the judgemental chinchilla, who was now just... Staring at them like a fucking CREEP. 
Maybe she's jealous of all the attention Margo is getting from Vi. 

The small girl's face went a pale shade of pink when her brash partner held at her hand with conviction. She wanted to lean in and kiss Margo boldly right then and there, but Vi was almost certain that was just her brain playing tricks on her again, and revering to anywhere but the topic at hand.

Being called 'darling' didnt help. At all.

"I might tell a friend or so but.. I don't have a preferred pace. People here won't get mad but... I think it'd be nice to be on the downlow for a little bit- just because... Sometimes i forget where i am and the rules. Its fine for us to date, but I'm not used to that notion"

Russia.Mp4, she smoothed a thumb over Margo's hand frictionlessly like over silky velvet.

"I hope that makes sense?"