04-22-2022, 10:31 PM
You sit there with the virtual pet, your hands still interlaced. A quick glance in the reflection of the washer in front of you confirms it- there’s a few speckles of painted blush on your cheeks, matching the extra pixels on Willow’s screen.
WILLOW: Your, um….laundry…
POLKA DOT: Yeah.
POLKA DOT: It…can wait a bit.
WILLOW: I guess it’ll stay warm…
You aren’t sure how long you sit there in silence, the occasional finger movement and squeeze grounding you in the warmth. You feel like you’re heating up pretty bad, honestly, but you don’t dare move.
Willow occasionally beeps, but cuts herself off short every time you look over. The character on her screen is wiggling all over the place, as if flailing around for something to say.
Willow occasionally beeps, but cuts herself off short every time you look over. The character on her screen is wiggling all over the place, as if flailing around for something to say.
POLKA DOT: You oka-
WILLOW: Do you want to go ba-
The other dryer goes off, Willow letting go of your hand and immediately standing up.
WILLOW: Gotta go get that ok sorry
POLKA DOT: Hey, wait-
Before you can stop her, she’s hauling her clothes out and speeding out of the room.
WILLOW: See you at the party if you want ok bye Ribbon
POLKA DOT: Hey!
You are left in the laundry room with a hurricane of mixed emotions, some of which you aren’t even sure how to place. A mix of disappointment, confusion, and, uh. Warmth? Weird warmth?
Hm.
Hm.