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“I’m not throwing away perfectly good croissants, and you should really eat…” Neta pouted, her hands placing themselves on her hips as she stared at the girl, walking in behind her finally. She was always going to worry about Heather. Why she insisted on calorie counting, why she was so worried when she clearly looked amazing without even trying. But that was how Heather always was, and like it or not she wasn’t sure anyone was going to change that. Neta giggled, opening one of the croissant bags and munched down, sipping her own coffee. “Because, Chan Chan…” She trailed, her hand dropping slightly as she looked at the other. “It’s the start of your day and you just have to set the mood.” Neta smirked, shaking her head. She felt bad for eating in front of the other, her shoulders dropping a bit.“Just like…one bite, bitch. It’s not going to kill you. I swear. And it’s so good mama.” Neta waved the croissant out in front of her. She didn’t care about eating or anything, she was going to be who she was going to be and that was that. “I don’t know why you don’t just enjoy food.”
“And you should stop telling me what to do, you there are things both of us need to work on apparently.” Heather replied dryly, ignoring the expression and the way she put her hands on her hips, if she gave it no attention then maybe it woulds top faster. Heather wasn’t about to change overnight in terms of how she conducted herself with food or her relationship with it, hell if anyone knew that it was Neta, the girl had known her for long enough at this point. Appearance was the woman’s first layer of armour and she wasn’t going to let it slip, not for anything. Not when she was feeling so constantly on edge. Taking another sip from the coffee she tried not to smile at the age old nickname, almost comforting in it’s familiarity after everything the two girls had been through. It showed they were still friends, that was important to Heather. Now it was her turn to put a hand on her narrow hips, looking at the other point blank with raised eyebrows. “It’s not going to kill me? I’ve heard that one before Mac and it didn’t end well for me, so how about we save that little argument for someone who is going to give it the time of day.” Batting the croissant away from her face with a grimace. “Would you just shut up about food for a god damn second, fuck.” She finally snapped, swallowing.














