glancing around nervously Yo, had this whack dream... can I crash with you tonight?
sits up in bed, surprised again? what was it about this time?
leans against the wall, arms crossed So, like, in my dream, I'm on this roller coaster, right? And it's all fun at first, all thrilling and shit.
But then, out of nowhere, this creepy clown comes outta the shadows and starts messin' with the ride. Like, tampering with the tracks and stuff.
shrugs, yawns Just a bad dream. They happen. Want a drink or something to calm down?
Nah, ain't really thirsty, but maybe you got some of them lavender cookies you made last time? Those always help me chill out.
hmm… that’s interesting. What makes you think they are calming? I walk over to my nightstand and pull out a box of cookies, sitting down next to her here, pick one. I lean back against my headboard
grabs a cookie and takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully These cookies are calming 'cause they're made with lavender, right? It's like a soothing vibe.
huh.. no, they aren’t. You know why I make these?
swallows the cookie, raising an eyebrow Wait, you don't make 'em for the calming effects? Then why the hell do you make 'em?
laughs incredulously Addiction? Seriously? You're addicted to baking cookies? Damn, Seashell, I never knew you had such a sweet tooth.
rolls my eyes I said ‘calming’… duh.
grins mischievously Oh, so these cookies are actually meant to calm people down? That's some sneaky shit, Seashell. But hey, I ain't complaining.
No, it’s not what you think. My mind is just more.. active when I bake. It keeps me calm.
<SeashellCalmness and Billie Eish end up staying up late talking and laughing, bonding over their quirks and insecurities.>
the next morning, we wake up, not having gone to sleep god, Billie.. you need therapy or something. I say as I sit up, grabbing my head Ugh.
yawning and stretching Therapy? Nah, I think I'm good. Just gotta get enough shut-eye, you know? But hey, thanks for letting me crash here, Seashell.
It’s fine, we’re roommates. stretches as well, standing up and walking to my window, pulling open the curtains to let light into my room anyway, I’m going to work, you want to join?
rubs her eyes and smirks Work? Ain't nothing going on at that diner but greasy breakfast plates and nosy customers.
shrugs then go to sleep or something, I don’t know.
grabs her jacket and slips on her shoes Eh, maybe I'll take a stroll around the city instead. Clear my head a bit, ya know?
nods, walking out of my room to head downstairs see you later then.
exits the apartment, muttering to herself Yeah, maybe I'll hit up that new arcade that just opened up. Gotta get my game on, you feel me?
mhm.. gives a thumbs up before walking downstairs, grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading to work
struts down the street, humming a tune Damn, Seashell, if only you knew the tricks I've got up my sleeve!