Shy Blue Eyes - Chapter Forty <3

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Searchlight glared at Lav as they finished the fanfiction. He laughed loudly. "That. Was so unbelievably detailed. Never do that again. Jesus," they murmured the last word, shoving their phone back in their pocket. Feather made a worried face at them. "I was reading along with you. I'm not a visual reader, but those descriptions were... truly something." "Yep," they said, leaning against the corner as the pictures flowed through their mind. They shook the thoughts out of their head and leaned against Feather's shoulder and fake sobbed. "I don't like it," they whimpered. "WAH, WAH, WAH," Bee yelled at them in a mocking tone. "Oh, SHUT UP," Izzie yelled back. And that started a heated argument about whatever the siblings argue about these days. Tori just yelled "SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" really loudly, which made everyone in the boba place go silent. She crossed her arms and brought one leg over the other, leaning back with her eyes closed. Her pale gray skin shone a little yellow in the soft light above her. Feather rolled his eyes, but a soft purr rose in his throat. Searchlight got up, struggling to crab walk sideways, tetris-ed between the table and the couch. They eventually were able to walk, and they just plopped down on Feather's lap, causing his body to jolt in shock. Searchlight, liking the reaction, turned to face him and kissed him. Lav wolf whistled behind them, causing Searchlight to whip their head around and (lovingly) glare at him. Tori hit him on the arm. /I remember this,/ Searchlight thought, remembering the day the four had sat here, Tori shipping Searchlight and Feather together, which caused them to kick her. /Huh. Deja vu./ Searchlight huffed as they went limp and fell onto Feather's bed. He chuckled, getting changed into a pair of sweatpants. "No shirt again?" Searchlight turned their head to look at him. He'd been trying this new thing so people stopped misgendering him -- he shaved his chest on a pretty regular basis. "Nah. You run hot. Makes me overheat." "Yeah. I can't regulate my temperature for /****./" "I've noticed that. Some nights, you're literally shivering." "Yep. I wake up /freezing./" "So... Izzie and Bee... siblings?" "Yeah, a year apart. Bee's the older one, but it's pretty much a twelve-year-old stuck in a twenty-one-year-old body." "Whoah, whoah, whoah... you're friends with a twenty-one year old?" "Yeah. Problem?" "No... just... my overprotectiveness is kicking in. I don't want you to end up hurt." "It's nothing like Michael or Husk if that's what you're implying." "..." "Relax. It would never. And I can protect myself, too." "...Alright."