[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

You can barely believe this is real right now. Willow is legitimately inviting you to…oh god. Oh gosh, oh god, you are having a true and honest to god moment of gay panic, your face covered in red and pink paint.

You try to reply, but all you can get out is a line of squeaks, getting a laugh out of your date.

WILLOW: Oh no…
WILLOW: Did I fluster you too much? Are you okay?
POLKA DOT: YES
POLKA DOT: YEAH
POLKA DOT: IM GOOD
WILLOW: You sure?
 

You nod furiously, getting another cheerful beep in return.

POLKA DOT: I…yes! Yes, and yes.
POLKA DOT: Yes to all of it.
POLKA DOT: I really, really want that.
POLKA DOT: I like you a lot, and the idea of figuring this stuff out with you…
POLKA DOT: That sounds perfect.
POLKA DOT: I’m honestly relieved, because, uh…
POLKA DOT: I’m trying to figure this shit out on my own, and it’s a lot to take in.
POLKA DOT: Getting to do that with somebody I like…like, a lot, even if it’s only been a few days, sounds great.
POLKA DOT: So yes. Triple yes.
 

Before you can react, Willow’s got you in a hug, which you gladly return. She’s not particularly warm temperature wise, but the hug itself is warm like the handholding just moments earlier, in a super emotional way that you can’t quite place.

WILLOW: I’m so happy to hear it…
POLKA DOT: Oh. One more thing.
WILLOW: Hm? Is everything okay?
 

She pulls back just enough for the two of you to make eye contact.

POLKA DOT: You don’t gotta apologize for rambling, yknow.
POLKA DOT: Like, ever.
POLKA DOT: I want to hear what you have to say.
POLKA DOT: I wanna get to know you.
POLKA DOT: It’s never gonna bother me.
WILLOW: If you’re sure…
POLKA DOT: I promise.
WILLOW: Okay…thank you.
WILLOW: I don’t get the chance to go off much, so when I do, it can be a bit much for people…
POLKA DOT: Not for me.

Willow doesn’t let you go as she leans over onto your shoulder, humming a soft string of beeps.

WILLOW: It’s your turn for more questions then, if you want.
WILLOW: I’ll ramble as much as you want.