[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

POLKA DOT: Absolutely, yeah.
POLKA DOT: I’d love that…but one thing real quick.
WILLOW: Oh?
POLKA DOT: Can we check out that bar real quick?
POLKA DOT: I’ve been curious about what flavors they’ve got over there since I stepped in the room.
WILLOW: Oh! Of course!
 

She pulls away to give you room to stand, and the two of you get up and stretch. Both of you make sure to do a quick bag check- everything’s where it should be, thank god- and you make your way over.

They’ve got cans of all kinds of soda, and some other drinks as well.

WILLOW: If you can, pick something non-alcoholic.
WILLOW: Not a fan of that kind of thing, especially not when we’re going to be doing stuff in a bit…
POLKA DOT: You got it, uh…
 

...should I be concerned that I know what that is? It doesn’t matter whatever just pick uh-

You pick out a grape soda, the squishy toy running the bar giving you a nod of approval.

POLKA DOT: Thanks.
WILLOW: Oh, nice pick…I’m a lemon-lime person myself.
 

Willow extends a hand as you make your way out, and you gladly take it.

Every so often as you walk down the hallway, she gives you a quick squeeze and a lean onto your shoulder, only really leaving you be when you need to take a sip of your soda. You can’t deny that the affection is making you feel very, very warm all over- this really is a dream come true, and all of your worries from earlier have been shoved to the side in favor of savoring this moment.

WILLOW: Okay, we’re gonna go straight past the bar to the other stairwell.
WILLOW: Up there’s the staff apartments, I’ll let you know when we get to mine…
 

You follow her instructions to a T, your soda can disappearing as you start heading up the stairway.

POLKA DOT: Oop-
WILLOW: Convenient timing, I guess?
POLKA DOT: Yeah, and I got a good few swigs…next time, I want a proper bottle, though.
WILLOW: Are you one of those toys that likes it better from a “glass” bottle?
POLKA DOT: Guilty as charged…
WILLOW: Hehe…fits you, somehow.
 

She stops you after a bit more walking, fishing through her messenger bag for her key and unlocking the door. The virtual pet holds it open for you with an overdramatic flourish, neither of you able to hold back giggles over it. You’ve been doing that so much tonight…

Willow’s apartment is…cluttered, but well decorated. She’s set up some cloth tapestries on the walls as well as what looks to be posters for bands and movies, all with kind of a spooky vibe. There's magnets on the fridge with little notes to self, patchwork pillows scattered across the couch, and a couple shelves with figurines on them.

POLKA DOT: Huh.
WILLOW: …do you not like it?
POLKA DOT: No, I love it, just-
POLKA DOT: You seemed so worried about the whole…spooky variant thing.
POLKA DOT: And then you’ve got all these horror movie posters…
WILLOW: W-well!
WILLOW: There’s a lot to appreciate about goth culture and aesthetics and I think horror movies are cool and-
 

You reach over to give her a reassuring hug, the virtual pet relaxing immediately.

WILLOW: Sorry…I get self conscious easy.
POLKA DOT: You really don’t gotta worry about that, Willow.
POLKA DOT: Promise you, I’m not gonna judge.
WILLOW: Okay…thank you.
 

She gives you a squeeze before pulling away, setting her bag down on a small dining table.

WILLOW: So…I believe the plan was food first while we talk ideas over?
WILLOW: I don’t have much in the way of ingredients, just pre-prepared food…
WILLOW: But I’ve got some sandwiches, soup, popcorn, uh…cake…