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A sound filled the air around them. Their own laughter, without malice or contempt or some form of sarcasm, before Kat could catch themselves. It wasn’t something that they did often, preferring to transmit their amusement with a heap of snark and often at someone else’s expense, but being around their friend made it harder to hide behind that. Which was pretty fucking inconvenient because Kat had a reputation to maintain, but…argh. Fuck. It was as easy as breathing. “When you put it like that…” they said, their voice trailing as if they’re having second thoughts. Living another hundred years? No, thank you. But, they smirked at Mika, adding, “Jeane’s overdue anyway.” Who the hell was Jeane and why was Kat completely content with overthrowing him? Hell if they knew.
Even at their level of comfort, Kat flinched when Mika cupped their face, body stiffening, but they don’t outright yank themselves way from her as they would have with literally anyone else. Building their tolerance for her displays of affection wasn’t easy, but it had its benefits. Like, say, it does help them wipe that budding smile off of their face and reset to their naturally disdainful expression, complete with an eye-roll when she calls them precious. “Why,” they said flatly. It’s definitely not a question, and they weren’t responding to anything she’s actually saying. They just wanted to know why they had to be subject to it. Now empty-handed as she backed off, Kat let their arms dangle at their sides, eyebrows raising slightly at the mention of orifices. “I’m listening” they said, looking at the bounty with new eyes opened to their possibilities. “Horror if you’re vanilla, maybe.” Their smirk threatened to reappear for a sec, but its tucked away again once they’re told to sit. Instead, thank god, they frowned. “Fine, but I’m going to complain the whole time.” Yet, they walked to the bed, scooting the supplies over to one side to plant their ass along the edge of the bed. Squeezing their eyes shut, they said, “Do your worst so I can scare the new kid. If he doesn’t shit his pants, I’ll be so disappointed.”
MIKA IS BEAMING IN SURPRISE at kat’s laughter, both in pretty blatant pride for causing it and due to the admittedly warm fuzzy feeling that follows it. kat laughing or even smiling so openly was almost painfully rare, but that was something mika worked tirelessly to change. if she could get them to smile at least once a day, she’d count it as a win. suffice to say, with a laugh and a smile, mika was high on her triumph. “wow, i can’t believe poor jeane is gonna be dethroned by just a year.” mika jokes with a huff of laughter, her eyes crinkling as she asks, “am i at least going to be invited to your big fancy guiness world record party for giving you this fun little origin story?”
mika frowns a bit regretfully at kat’s flinch, along with the way their smile drops not long after, her brows knitting together at their probably rhetorical question as she answers anyways, “i’m building up your tolerance! i’m going to have to touch your face for the next hour or so while i put on your makeup anyways!” mika’s always been grateful to be one of the few exceptions when it came to kat’s no touchy policy, even if they still complain a bit about it. it makes her feel special, and there isn’t much mika is addicted to more than feeling special. that said, mika still makes a little show of sighing over the situation for approximately thirty seconds before her lips are twitching at their comment. as easily distracted as ever, mika’s grin only grows as she says, “i mean, i guess you’re right. the girl had to spend the night in the emergency room getting her butthole inspected by doctors, but there are probably definitely people into that.” mika nods easily with the comment, constantly in a state of live and let live even when it came to sfx makeup anal related incidents. but her neutral expression brightens at kat’s agreement. “thank you.” mika says melodiously as she makes her way over to where kat is on the bed, stopping only to lean over the bed and rummage through the pile of supplies until her hand wraps around the neck of the surprise bottle of wine she snuck into the room. “hey, be nice to sawyer! he’s right in the other room, you know.” mika is quietly twisting off the cap as she speaks, glancing cautiously at kat’s closed eyes before silently putting the bottle to their lips in hopes of scaring them. “plus, if he shits his pants i’m forcing you to take me home with you. i’m not staying here and smelling that the whole night.”
