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Angel: Do we have snacks?
Emma laughs as she recovers and hands her over a tray with cookies- which Angel regards with squinted eyes. Camila opens her mouth- but then closes it silently.
Angel: You cooked these.
▲ Emma: Yup! I need your feedback. Wanna try one?
Angel: (shaking head) Emma, I must really love you.
▲ Emma: H-huh?!
As Emma blushes in fright, Angel bites down.
▲ Marcela: Swallowing is cheating and don’t you forget!
▲ Emma: H-Hey!
▲ Camila: But it is?
▲ Emma: It is? What- that’s so mean!!!
But then the crunching sound is all that can be heard in the room. Then Angel swallows.
Angel: "You are getting much better."
▲ Emma: (beams up) Really?! Thank you!!
▲ Karuna: Nice one, Angel!
▲ Camila: Nice what you dork?
Angel helps herself to some tea. Well, it’s going better than expected. This timeline can be really interesting sometimes, it’s not anymore about nuance and details a-
Angel: So; we are five girls alone in a room.
Camila spits tea from her nose and slams a hand to her face.
▲ Camila: I-I have to buy that thing for my dad.
Angel: We were about to do some hardcore lesbian shit. I thought that was your thing.
▲ Karuna: She’s just saying that to mess with you, Cami. Be strong, Cami!
Angel: Or we could go for a walk. Have some fun.
▲ Emma: Fun?
▲ Marcela: GIRL, I /hear/ you!
The one of the sudden, loud outburst in Marcela, a fashion-obsessed make-up artist willing to blackmail even friends in order to use them as models, who just so happens to be tremendously skilled. Her extravagant rainbow hair, plagued by colorful ribbons, long enough to reach her knees, can be seen from outer space.
▲ Marcela: We need a little THRILL down here y’know?! A little messin around! Right? Butts up, let’s go!
▲ Emma: Um- "butt" (giggles) where?
Angel: I have a few ideas.
OH GOD meaning YOU this is what you feared. You think you just screamed but in the void of space nobody can hear you dread. You’ve already seen the kind of stuff Angel Imeredala is capable of, and while none of it is downright wrong it is all done without a single thought about risks- something as alien to Emma as you.
…Yet you frown. You ‘hmmm’. You find your finger under your chin, you find yourself scratching that cheek that’s the size of twenty seven trillion Canis Majoris. Maybe, just maybe, /maybe/, Emma could learn a thing or two about having fun and not being such a boring main character. Maybe watching her come and go could be just a little more interesting from now on.
Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
>Your decree is to “Let them be.”
>NO.
