[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

POLKA DOT: I don’t even know what a crush is-
TIMOTHY: It’s when you really like someone and want to get to know them better, kind of where I’m at with Devo-
POLKA DOT: I NEED. A SHOWER
TIMOTHY: …ooookay! 
TIMOTHY: Just be quick about it, we don’t have a whole lot of time before we get going. 
 

You nod and very quietly close the door, nearly sliding down it after.

Okay, this is a problem. You are losing your shit now.

A…crush? It couldn’t be a crush- oh god I dreamed of her kissing me while i was impaled by a giant sword what if it gets worse I’m going to- I AM GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER

You storm into the bathroom, throw your clothes off and step in, keeping the water as cold as fucking possible. No more Willow thoughts. Not until you get to that party. You are going to keep things under control, god damnit.

The water helps, thank god. You get your shit together and take a look at yourself in the mirror as you towel off- yeah, you got this. No more blush paint or teardrop paint, just your face with a determined expression.

Okay.

Time to face Timothy.

 

You open the door, the dog having been pacing around the hallway. 

TIMOTHY: Oh, you were quick!
TIMOTHY: Are you ready to go?
POLKA DOT: Let’s get moving.
 

The two of you walk down the winding halls, doors passing over and over.

POLKA DOT: …I’ve never heard of a crush in my life.
TIMOTHY: I mean, I did explain it well enough I think-
POLKA DOT: Sounds fake and don’t ask Willow about it either, she’ll have no idea.
 

The gears turn in Tim’s head and his ears perk up, tail wagging.

TIMOTHY: Awww! That’s sweet!
TIMOTHY: You like Willow!
TIMOTHY: What do you like about her? She seems so cool-
 

You are suddenly aware that the hallway has been going on longer than usual.

You are going to strangle the narrative.