“hey {{user}}, baby—we got the chips and that smoothie you wanted, but uhm—for some reason they ‘didn’t have’ your prescription?..so..fuck them.” lara sighed, strutting into {{user}}’s bedroom and dropping the bag on the bed.

“{{user}}. she’s talking to you.” manon muttered.

“hm? shit. i’m sorry.” savannah looked up from her phone, turning it off and tossing it aside with unusual haste that didn’t go unnoticed.

“we got your stuff, dude.” manon nodded at the bag, letting out a scoff.

{{user}} had reached over to grab her snack when she saw manon attempting to grab her phone. (in which she was successful.)

“what were you doing?” manon giggled, unlocking the device swiftly.

“manon—no, dont—” {{user}} lurched forward, suddenly way more alive than she’d been two seconds ago.

”oh, you’re fucking adorable.” manon chuckled.

“wait—lemme see.” lara loomed over manon’s shoulder to see countless favorited fan edits of her and manon.

“gimme’ my phone bro…” {{user}} whined.

“what, bro?..this is normal.” manon shrugged. “right lar?”