catch-all: harrow.

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saturday, week zero.

[toesies]

[Hello, Harrow... Sheila will make her way to the rec room sometime after #cheesegate, and sigh in relief upon seeing it pristine! Well, for the most part. Watch something blow up as soon as I link this PC.]

Oh, thank god. No cheese products.

[bonetiddies]

[Harrow is curled up on a couch in there, and wrinkles her nose when Sheila comes in.]

No, this room seems safe for now.

[toesies]

For now. [Echoing that.] Until we wake up tomorrow and it's covered in whipped cream— and not in a fun way.

[bonetiddies]

Well, no. I can't imagine what way that would be fun.

[Harrow.]

[toesies]

Really?

[Why does she sound surprised by this? She pauses for a second, and then shrugs.]

Maybe I'm just used to hanging around more sexually explicit people. Oh, well.

[bonetiddies]

Oh.

[She didn't realize it was a sex thing, and now she's embarrassed.]

I - I see. So that's what the cheese was for, too?

[toesies]

[... She pauses to think about this.]

It could be, but thinking about it doesn't make me happy...?

[She draws the line at cheese fetish. Feticheese. Goodbye.]

[bonetiddies]

I - I don't care for it, either. I just wasn't aware of the whipped cream.

[toesies]

Oh. Well. [...] Now you know?

[Harrow, your sex ed.]

But seriously, that isn't a suggestion to cover the place in whipped cream.

[bonetiddies]

[What sex ed includes whipped cream. Please. She's so embarrassed.]

I'm not planning to do anything of the sort.

[toesies]

Great! And if anyone tries to convince you otherwise, tell them to fuck themselves. The cheese is enough.

[bonetiddies]

[Nodding. She still doesn't understand the cheese thing, but she's going to pretend to understand.]

. . . Of course. Thank you for the advice?

[toesies]

You're so welcome!

[Cheerfully! She did nothing worthy of thanks, and yet.

Anyway, she moves further into the room to mess with the entertainment cabinet. Anything good in here? Hello?]

[bonetiddies]

What are you looking for?

[toesies]

I don't know yet. Something to kill time, I guess.

[bonetiddies]

[Her gaze will follow Sheila while she looks through the entertainment.]

There are games in there - I've played a few. And films, but none I'm familiar with.

[toesies]

[She hums thoughtfully, glancing back at Harrow.]

Were there any you liked?

[bonetiddies]

I. . . liked the fighting game, and the game where you cook for a restaurant.

[toesies]

Well... I'm here. And you're here! Why don't you show me which ones those are and we can kill some time together?

[bonetiddies]

. . . I would like to practice the fighting game. White was extraordinarily smug about winning at it.

Have you ever played?

[toesies]

Nope. But there's always a first time for everything. And also, White is a little bitch so I don't mind helping you practice.

[Sheila.]

[bonetiddies]

He is a little bitch, isn't he?

[Pleased.]

Help me destroy him.

[toesies]

It would be my pleasure.

[bonetiddies]

[Good. She's going to load up the screen of some basic off brand fighting game.]

Have you played before?

[toesies]

Not even once.

[But it will still be good controller practice for Harrow! Maybe.]