>>14579630Wait…uhh…Pearl? When was the last time YOU cleaned down there?”
She froze and kept her eyes glued to back of the fridge. Dead silence claimed her and she didn’t dare take a breath.
“Pearl!”
“W-why does that matter? I told you I have no use for it. My uniform covers up everything anyways.” Her blue eyes darted back and forth and she began to march to the temple door.
Amethyst grabbed her wrist and yanked her back before she could disappear. “Ooooh, no you don’t! How long has it been? You’re the queen of hygiene it couldn’t have been that long…right?”
“Are you serious? It is none of your concern!” she sneered.
“Let’s see it!” Amethyst snatched up the cloth of her pants and pulled.
“Get your hands off me!” she countered and grunted, wrestling the fabric from her grip.
Determined, Amethyst shoved her onto the sofa and tore off her tiny shorts in one swift movement.
A trail of liquid filth followed the arc and hung in long gooey trails from the article, decorating her hands in a pungent plasma. In an instant the nauseating smell of red tide hit her nostrils. Stunned, she weighed the shorts in her arms. They felt heavy and soggy, and the interior was a solid dark streak, coated in a shining congealed splotch that ran to the front and back, broken up only occasionally with a peach-colored hair or a generous glob of white and yellow smegma.
“UGGGH! It smells worse than roadkill!” Amethyst dropped the clothing and reeled. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! How long has it been, you sick freak?!”
“It’s been five-thousand years, okay? I forgot about it! What do you want from me?”
“Some fucking air-freshener would be nice, uggh!” Amethyst pinched her nose and felt the pancakes start to come back up.
