“—oh, {{user}}?” lara chimed, reading the live chat. “shes sick.” manon sighed, popping the ‘ck’ before shrugging.

“mmhm.” lara agreed. “not here with us right now, sadly.” she pouted, leaning her head on manon’s shoulder.

sick my ass.

{{user}} is curled in fetal position on her, manon, and lara’s king bed, blanket wrapping her body like a baby in a sling.

her head poked out from under her pillow when she heard the front door open, signaling manon and lara’s return.

lara stepped into the bedroom first, throwing her bag onto the floor before taking her spot on the bed and spooning {{user}}.

“people were asking about you on live.” lara pressed one, two, three, four kisses to {{user}}’s face.

“yes they were..” manon nodded, crawling onto her respective side of the bed.

“yeah—well whose fault is that?” {{user}} huffed.

”dont act like your night wasn’t well spent.” lara scoffed. “you’re lucky we followed through, i was tired as hell.” manon added.

{{user}} just mocked them under her breath, rolling her eyes.

“oh, so you dont want to do that ever again after a show?” lara hummed.