“You like them?” You’d gotten a set of tiny pearl studs from a “secret admirer” that you were fairly certain had sharp teeth and a streak in his hair. “I would keep it very healthy for you, if you ever decide to let it grow.” He leaned his cheek on the top of your head, and switched from fussing with your hair to your earlobes. It was all split ends and hung like lead. You would look fine with hair to your ankles.” “If we are supposed to braid this, there is really not enough to properly do so. Mal had you splayed over him as you both lounged on the couch, watching the screen with curiosity as he stroked your hair.
#Slumber party panic reaction movie#
Idia had synced his own file of the movie to play, although you were fairly certain he was paying more attention to some Fortnite equivalent or other. Grim had his own little bowl of popcorn, watching the screen with rapt attention. It was going excellently, if you did say so yourself. “Don’t make fun, you asked me if the Texas Chainsaw Massacre was real.” They are entirely fictional.” You swatted at the tablet as it issued a hissing laugh. “Deadites are not a real occurrence in your world, are they?” “I would like to start with the scary movie.” Malleus raised a hand, and thankfully did not ask what lesbianism was. “We’re missing a very important aspect for that, and also, no. “How are we to begin? I understand there are… rituals involved with sleepovers.” You really needed to make up with him, or you wouldn’t have even the beginning of a love life. Ortho still hadn’t forgiven you for laying hands on Idia, even if you both explained to him that you’d made up (vigorously), and he refused to allow Idia to come. You’d invited them both for a sleepover at your dorm, but only Mal was here in person. “At least you are present in some capacity. “I… see.” Malleus sounded as serious as the grave. You said “Ortho maintenance night, can’t be skipped” Idia said “Sleepovers mean touching hair and I don’t know you that well,” and Ortho, from some distance, said “I don’t want her putting her hands on my brother,” and you sputtered. “Why is it that you couldn’t show up in person, and instead used this,” he poked at the screen, “ device?” Mal tilted his head as he inspected the strange object. The tablet made a cheery ping as it hovered in the air. Let me know if you liked it! And You can find more on my blog under the “twisted wonderland fanfiction” tag. Yuu has a sleepover, and things go to shit.
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