Rumi has really painful periods. Like curl-up-in-bed-and-want-to-die-periods. she shuts herself away in her room and consumes a freakish (necessary ) amount of chocolate.
Zoey and Mira never found out - it was regular behavior for her, after all - until one day.
They wanted her to come too the bathhouse. Rumi says no, because she can't, and while logically she knows that periods are not shameful, or dirty, or tmi, but she still can't bring herself to say it,
She didn't expect them to care - why would they? She went with them two days a week (which zoey insisted could change. "exposure therapy!" she had called it.)
But they kept insisting that something was wrong. "Your patterns aren't shameful!" Zoey protested with a smile, tugging her arm gently. Mira just grunted. "I will punt anyone who says otherwise."
Rumi chuckled nervously. She wanted to just get back into bed - just because she was going to spend the next few days miserable, it didn't mean that they should, too.
"Its not that." She smiled. "Really, you guys should go-" a sharp cramp settled into her stomach, and she almost wanted to cry. Not in front of them.
"Than what is it?" Mira huffed, raising a single eyebrow. "Why now? Its been fine for the last few weeks--" Rumi took a deep breath in. Not in front of them. Not in front of them. Not in front of them. "And you only have an issue with it now?"
Rumi sighed. It would be easier to tell them, would it not be? Yet she couldn't...
Derpy leaped up onto the counter and nudged the pot of chocolates to the end, along with the small packet of Tylenol. Zoey's eyes went wide - not unkindly - "Your on your period?," she sasked.
Rumi just nodded. She didn't know what else to do. But before she could even react, Zoey had darted off. Was she mad?
Mira just face-palmed. "God Rumi, I'm so stupid." She said, in pseudo-apology, "You where watching The Mitchel's vs The Machines?" Rumi nodded again, also uneasily. Mira hopped onto the bed, tucking in the covers so that they where neat. She just sighed when Rumi remained hovering, unimpressed, but not surprised. "You sitting down or what?"
"Right." Rumi slowly sat down. Leave it to Mira to jump on her bed and act like she was weird for it. She was gently pulled into Mira's lap, and before she could protest, Zoey had ran in. Holding a staggering pile of hot water bottles, everything chocolate; fudge and mochi and mugs of hot-chocolate.
Rumi's face had flushed a bright red and she frowned, moving slightly to make room for Zoey. "What-- um, are you doing?"
Zoey gasped in offence. "Mandatory cuddles!" She picked the hot water bottle and placed it on her lap, nestling her head into Rumi's shoulder. "Oh! I love this movie," she clicked play.
Rumi was about to protest - she didn't need to be taken care of, and they should just go to the bath house - but Mira just shoved the bag of chocolate in her face. "Eat."
Derpy settled at her legs, purring low and soft. Rumi sighed - the heat of the bottle was soothing, and the chocolate was simply amazing. She felt all most spoiled - every time the tub ran out, Zoey would get more, and when the bottle lost its warmth, Mira would refill it.
It odd, being cared for like this. But sweet. Unexpected, but not unwelcome.