Moon Moth

@moth-moon-the-whore

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Name: Moon Moth

Pronouns: he/they/she

Crew: n/a

Bug: giant leopard moth

Partner: Yellow Craze @crazy-yellow-bitch

Age: 20

Skills: none? How is he alive? It’s just because he’s hot?

Other notes: a well known red light doll. Black with albinism; has highly sensitive skin and eyesight and difficulty seeing in bright areas. Goth. Left leg is a prosthetic. Rarely seen outside, though it might just be because he dresses so differently outside in the daytime that nobody quite recognizes her.

#kjrp #moon moth the whore

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

(She has no idea what he's picking and, honestly, it's kind of fun not to choose how she looks for once. She trusts Moth's judgement, even though pretty much all of her clothes are just... Moth themed.)

Mmm... Platforms or heels, probably.

(She gasps suddenly, sitting up off the wall she'd been leaning against.)

Platform heels!

(She ecstatically points to a pair of 3-inch platform stripper-type heels that are hot pink and shinier than God's revolver. It is a wonder how she knows exactly where they are, but with how organized and perfectly kept this room is, it's not all that much of a mystery.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth laughs)

Do you have any pink leopard print miniskirts? This one’s nice but… pink would be shinier

(She carefully makes her way over to the miniskirt section, thumbing through the skirts and feeling the waistband of each to differentiate.)

Mm... I should have one somewh- here!

(She takes out a baby pink leopard print skirt and a hot pink leopard print skirt, holding them out and using the bar of the rack to stabilize herself.)

Didn't know what shade you wanted, so here's two.

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm. Let’s see…

(He takes it, holding them up with the other pieces and comparing them. She puts the baby pink one back)

Hot pink one, yes… okay, pink fishnets too? Or a lighter pink? Hm…… here try these on and I’ll see

(He holds out the hot pink leopard print skirt and the hot pink vinyl crop top)

(She takes the clothes and changes quickly, comfortable enough to not really mind Mothy being there. Once she's in the outfit, she slings the old clothes over her arms and does a little happy spin before setting her free hand on her hip.)

Well, what do you think, fashionista?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth eyes her, hands on his hips as well)

Hmmmmnn…. you think monochrome or have some contrast here?

(She shrugs.)

Well, I'm usually wearing a lot of pink, but some white or maybe even some black accents would probably go well. I have some accessories, if you wanna see them.

I have some white Mary Jane's, too. Maybe that'd go well?

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh oh oh!!

(Moon grabs a pair of white leg warmers to go with the pink fishnets and platform heels)

Here, the fishnets then warmers and the heels. This’ll be shiny!

(She perks up and nods excitedly, tugging on the fishnets and the heels (which conveniently zip up the sides just up to her knees) and then layering the leg warmers over. She seems content until she gets an idea.)

Oh, wait! I know what'll go with this perfectly!

(She navigates her way to her jewelry box and fishes around inside until she finds a few strings of fake pearls, which she struggles to put on. She turns around and strikes a pose with a big smile.)

Is it perfect or what?

moth-moon-the-whore

(She squeals, clapping his hands)

Yes! You look so shiny! Want me t’ try to do your hair?

(Moth laughs a little)

(She giggles and claps as well, absolutely giddy. She nods with a little hesitance, but she trusts Mothy to make her look good.)

Sure, why not? All o' my hair supplies are out in the main room, though.

(She holds out a hand for Mothy to take, not quite trusting her guidance or her balance in these heels.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth carefully leads Gloss out and sits her in a salon chair)

Whatchya thinkin? You’re gonna have t’ remind me what half this stuff is

(She shifts around in the seat a bit, still slightly unsure about Moony doing her hair but trying to keep herself calm.)

Mm.. I dunno. Nothing too complicated. Honestly, you do whatever you want.

Combs and scissors should be in this top drawer on the left.

(She points to a drawer in the workstation.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Copy that Dolly. Hmm. I think I’ll just brush this out and wash it to start

(He grabs a brush and begins slowly detangling Gloss’s hair, spraying with water whenever needed. She starts rambling about what Wednesday and Craze and everyone else have been up to, trying not to tug too much at Gloss’s hair)

(Gloss listens and tries her best to sit nice and still, nodding along to each topic and asking little questions or making comments wherever she can. Clearly, she's happy to hear about the other two, even if she won't be able to "see" them later.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth finally finishes, examining the results)

Hmmm. I think that’s good. Oh! Hair clips!!

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

(She has no idea what he's picking and, honestly, it's kind of fun not to choose how she looks for once. She trusts Moth's judgement, even though pretty much all of her clothes are just... Moth themed.)

Mmm... Platforms or heels, probably.

(She gasps suddenly, sitting up off the wall she'd been leaning against.)

Platform heels!

(She ecstatically points to a pair of 3-inch platform stripper-type heels that are hot pink and shinier than God's revolver. It is a wonder how she knows exactly where they are, but with how organized and perfectly kept this room is, it's not all that much of a mystery.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth laughs)

Do you have any pink leopard print miniskirts? This one’s nice but… pink would be shinier

(She carefully makes her way over to the miniskirt section, thumbing through the skirts and feeling the waistband of each to differentiate.)

Mm... I should have one somewh- here!

(She takes out a baby pink leopard print skirt and a hot pink leopard print skirt, holding them out and using the bar of the rack to stabilize herself.)

Didn't know what shade you wanted, so here's two.

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm. Let’s see…

(He takes it, holding them up with the other pieces and comparing them. She puts the baby pink one back)

Hot pink one, yes… okay, pink fishnets too? Or a lighter pink? Hm…… here try these on and I’ll see

(He holds out the hot pink leopard print skirt and the hot pink vinyl crop top)

(She takes the clothes and changes quickly, comfortable enough to not really mind Mothy being there. Once she's in the outfit, she slings the old clothes over her arms and does a little happy spin before setting her free hand on her hip.)

Well, what do you think, fashionista?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth eyes her, hands on his hips as well)

Hmmmmnn…. you think monochrome or have some contrast here?

(She shrugs.)

Well, I'm usually wearing a lot of pink, but some white or maybe even some black accents would probably go well. I have some accessories, if you wanna see them.

I have some white Mary Jane's, too. Maybe that'd go well?

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh oh oh!!

(Moon grabs a pair of white leg warmers to go with the pink fishnets and platform heels)

Here, the fishnets then warmers and the heels. This’ll be shiny!

(She perks up and nods excitedly, tugging on the fishnets and the heels (which conveniently zip up the sides just up to her knees) and then layering the leg warmers over. She seems content until she gets an idea.)

Oh, wait! I know what'll go with this perfectly!

(She navigates her way to her jewelry box and fishes around inside until she finds a few strings of fake pearls, which she struggles to put on. She turns around and strikes a pose with a big smile.)

Is it perfect or what?

moth-moon-the-whore

(She squeals, clapping his hands)

Yes! You look so shiny! Want me t’ try to do your hair?

(Moth laughs a little)

(She giggles and claps as well, absolutely giddy. She nods with a little hesitance, but she trusts Mothy to make her look good.)

Sure, why not? All o' my hair supplies are out in the main room, though.

(She holds out a hand for Mothy to take, not quite trusting her guidance or her balance in these heels.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth carefully leads Gloss out and sits her in a salon chair)

Whatchya thinkin? You’re gonna have t’ remind me what half this stuff is

(She shifts around in the seat a bit, still slightly unsure about Moony doing her hair but trying to keep herself calm.)

Mm.. I dunno. Nothing too complicated. Honestly, you do whatever you want.

Combs and scissors should be in this top drawer on the left.

(She points to a drawer in the workstation.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Copy that Dolly. Hmm. I think I’ll just brush this out and wash it to start

(He grabs a brush and begins slowly detangling Gloss’s hair, spraying with water whenever needed. She starts rambling about what Wednesday and Craze and everyone else have been up to, trying not to tug too much at Gloss’s hair)

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

(She has no idea what he's picking and, honestly, it's kind of fun not to choose how she looks for once. She trusts Moth's judgement, even though pretty much all of her clothes are just... Moth themed.)

Mmm... Platforms or heels, probably.

(She gasps suddenly, sitting up off the wall she'd been leaning against.)

Platform heels!

(She ecstatically points to a pair of 3-inch platform stripper-type heels that are hot pink and shinier than God's revolver. It is a wonder how she knows exactly where they are, but with how organized and perfectly kept this room is, it's not all that much of a mystery.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth laughs)

Do you have any pink leopard print miniskirts? This one’s nice but… pink would be shinier

(She carefully makes her way over to the miniskirt section, thumbing through the skirts and feeling the waistband of each to differentiate.)

Mm... I should have one somewh- here!

(She takes out a baby pink leopard print skirt and a hot pink leopard print skirt, holding them out and using the bar of the rack to stabilize herself.)

Didn't know what shade you wanted, so here's two.

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm. Let’s see…

(He takes it, holding them up with the other pieces and comparing them. She puts the baby pink one back)

Hot pink one, yes… okay, pink fishnets too? Or a lighter pink? Hm…… here try these on and I’ll see

(He holds out the hot pink leopard print skirt and the hot pink vinyl crop top)

(She takes the clothes and changes quickly, comfortable enough to not really mind Mothy being there. Once she's in the outfit, she slings the old clothes over her arms and does a little happy spin before setting her free hand on her hip.)

Well, what do you think, fashionista?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth eyes her, hands on his hips as well)

Hmmmmnn…. you think monochrome or have some contrast here?

(She shrugs.)

Well, I'm usually wearing a lot of pink, but some white or maybe even some black accents would probably go well. I have some accessories, if you wanna see them.

I have some white Mary Jane's, too. Maybe that'd go well?

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh oh oh!!

(Moon grabs a pair of white leg warmers to go with the pink fishnets and platform heels)

Here, the fishnets then warmers and the heels. This’ll be shiny!

(She perks up and nods excitedly, tugging on the fishnets and the heels (which conveniently zip up the sides just up to her knees) and then layering the leg warmers over. She seems content until she gets an idea.)

Oh, wait! I know what'll go with this perfectly!

(She navigates her way to her jewelry box and fishes around inside until she finds a few strings of fake pearls, which she struggles to put on. She turns around and strikes a pose with a big smile.)

Is it perfect or what?

moth-moon-the-whore

(She squeals, clapping his hands)

Yes! You look so shiny! Want me t’ try to do your hair?

(Moth laughs a little)

(She giggles and claps as well, absolutely giddy. She nods with a little hesitance, but she trusts Mothy to make her look good.)

Sure, why not? All o' my hair supplies are out in the main room, though.

(She holds out a hand for Mothy to take, not quite trusting her guidance or her balance in these heels.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth carefully leads Gloss out and sits her in a salon chair)

Whatchya thinkin? You’re gonna have t’ remind me what half this stuff is

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

(She has no idea what he's picking and, honestly, it's kind of fun not to choose how she looks for once. She trusts Moth's judgement, even though pretty much all of her clothes are just... Moth themed.)

Mmm... Platforms or heels, probably.

(She gasps suddenly, sitting up off the wall she'd been leaning against.)

Platform heels!

(She ecstatically points to a pair of 3-inch platform stripper-type heels that are hot pink and shinier than God's revolver. It is a wonder how she knows exactly where they are, but with how organized and perfectly kept this room is, it's not all that much of a mystery.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth laughs)

Do you have any pink leopard print miniskirts? This one’s nice but… pink would be shinier

(She carefully makes her way over to the miniskirt section, thumbing through the skirts and feeling the waistband of each to differentiate.)

Mm... I should have one somewh- here!

(She takes out a baby pink leopard print skirt and a hot pink leopard print skirt, holding them out and using the bar of the rack to stabilize herself.)

Didn't know what shade you wanted, so here's two.

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm. Let’s see…

(He takes it, holding them up with the other pieces and comparing them. She puts the baby pink one back)

Hot pink one, yes… okay, pink fishnets too? Or a lighter pink? Hm…… here try these on and I’ll see

(He holds out the hot pink leopard print skirt and the hot pink vinyl crop top)

(She takes the clothes and changes quickly, comfortable enough to not really mind Mothy being there. Once she's in the outfit, she slings the old clothes over her arms and does a little happy spin before setting her free hand on her hip.)

Well, what do you think, fashionista?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth eyes her, hands on his hips as well)

Hmmmmnn…. you think monochrome or have some contrast here?

(She shrugs.)

Well, I'm usually wearing a lot of pink, but some white or maybe even some black accents would probably go well. I have some accessories, if you wanna see them.

I have some white Mary Jane's, too. Maybe that'd go well?

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh oh oh!!

(Moon grabs a pair of white leg warmers to go with the pink fishnets and platform heels)

Here, the fishnets then warmers and the heels. This’ll be shiny!

(She perks up and nods excitedly, tugging on the fishnets and the heels (which conveniently zip up the sides just up to her knees) and then layering the leg warmers over. She seems content until she gets an idea.)

Oh, wait! I know what'll go with this perfectly!

(She navigates her way to her jewelry box and fishes around inside until she finds a few strings of fake pearls, which she struggles to put on. She turns around and strikes a pose with a big smile.)

Is it perfect or what?

moth-moon-the-whore

(She squeals, clapping his hands)

Yes! You look so shiny! Want me t’ try to do your hair?

(Moth laughs a little)

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

(She has no idea what he's picking and, honestly, it's kind of fun not to choose how she looks for once. She trusts Moth's judgement, even though pretty much all of her clothes are just... Moth themed.)

Mmm... Platforms or heels, probably.

(She gasps suddenly, sitting up off the wall she'd been leaning against.)

Platform heels!

(She ecstatically points to a pair of 3-inch platform stripper-type heels that are hot pink and shinier than God's revolver. It is a wonder how she knows exactly where they are, but with how organized and perfectly kept this room is, it's not all that much of a mystery.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth laughs)

Do you have any pink leopard print miniskirts? This one’s nice but… pink would be shinier

(She carefully makes her way over to the miniskirt section, thumbing through the skirts and feeling the waistband of each to differentiate.)

Mm... I should have one somewh- here!

(She takes out a baby pink leopard print skirt and a hot pink leopard print skirt, holding them out and using the bar of the rack to stabilize herself.)

Didn't know what shade you wanted, so here's two.

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm. Let’s see…

(He takes it, holding them up with the other pieces and comparing them. She puts the baby pink one back)

Hot pink one, yes… okay, pink fishnets too? Or a lighter pink? Hm…… here try these on and I’ll see

(He holds out the hot pink leopard print skirt and the hot pink vinyl crop top)

(She takes the clothes and changes quickly, comfortable enough to not really mind Mothy being there. Once she's in the outfit, she slings the old clothes over her arms and does a little happy spin before setting her free hand on her hip.)

Well, what do you think, fashionista?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth eyes her, hands on his hips as well)

Hmmmmnn…. you think monochrome or have some contrast here?

(She shrugs.)

Well, I'm usually wearing a lot of pink, but some white or maybe even some black accents would probably go well. I have some accessories, if you wanna see them.

I have some white Mary Jane's, too. Maybe that'd go well?

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh oh oh!!

(Moon grabs a pair of white leg warmers to go with the pink fishnets and platform heels)

Here, the fishnets then warmers and the heels. This’ll be shiny!

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

(She has no idea what he's picking and, honestly, it's kind of fun not to choose how she looks for once. She trusts Moth's judgement, even though pretty much all of her clothes are just... Moth themed.)

Mmm... Platforms or heels, probably.

(She gasps suddenly, sitting up off the wall she'd been leaning against.)

Platform heels!

(She ecstatically points to a pair of 3-inch platform stripper-type heels that are hot pink and shinier than God's revolver. It is a wonder how she knows exactly where they are, but with how organized and perfectly kept this room is, it's not all that much of a mystery.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth laughs)

Do you have any pink leopard print miniskirts? This one’s nice but… pink would be shinier

(She carefully makes her way over to the miniskirt section, thumbing through the skirts and feeling the waistband of each to differentiate.)

Mm... I should have one somewh- here!

(She takes out a baby pink leopard print skirt and a hot pink leopard print skirt, holding them out and using the bar of the rack to stabilize herself.)

Didn't know what shade you wanted, so here's two.

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm. Let’s see…

(He takes it, holding them up with the other pieces and comparing them. She puts the baby pink one back)

Hot pink one, yes… okay, pink fishnets too? Or a lighter pink? Hm…… here try these on and I’ll see

(He holds out the hot pink leopard print skirt and the hot pink vinyl crop top)

(She takes the clothes and changes quickly, comfortable enough to not really mind Mothy being there. Once she's in the outfit, she slings the old clothes over her arms and does a little happy spin before setting her free hand on her hip.)

Well, what do you think, fashionista?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth eyes her, hands on his hips as well)

Hmmmmnn…. you think monochrome or have some contrast here?

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

(She has no idea what he's picking and, honestly, it's kind of fun not to choose how she looks for once. She trusts Moth's judgement, even though pretty much all of her clothes are just... Moth themed.)

Mmm... Platforms or heels, probably.

(She gasps suddenly, sitting up off the wall she'd been leaning against.)

Platform heels!

(She ecstatically points to a pair of 3-inch platform stripper-type heels that are hot pink and shinier than God's revolver. It is a wonder how she knows exactly where they are, but with how organized and perfectly kept this room is, it's not all that much of a mystery.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth laughs)

Do you have any pink leopard print miniskirts? This one’s nice but… pink would be shinier

(She carefully makes her way over to the miniskirt section, thumbing through the skirts and feeling the waistband of each to differentiate.)

Mm... I should have one somewh- here!

(She takes out a baby pink leopard print skirt and a hot pink leopard print skirt, holding them out and using the bar of the rack to stabilize herself.)

Didn't know what shade you wanted, so here's two.

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm. Let’s see…

(He takes it, holding them up with the other pieces and comparing them. She puts the baby pink one back)

Hot pink one, yes… okay, pink fishnets too? Or a lighter pink? Hm…… here try these on and I’ll see

(He holds out the hot pink leopard print skirt and the hot pink vinyl crop top)

#((making it canon that she planned for this and embroidered morse numbers in the waistbands of all her clothes and shoes))#<- ouuhhhh

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

(She has no idea what he's picking and, honestly, it's kind of fun not to choose how she looks for once. She trusts Moth's judgement, even though pretty much all of her clothes are just... Moth themed.)

Mmm... Platforms or heels, probably.

(She gasps suddenly, sitting up off the wall she'd been leaning against.)

Platform heels!

(She ecstatically points to a pair of 3-inch platform stripper-type heels that are hot pink and shinier than God's revolver. It is a wonder how she knows exactly where they are, but with how organized and perfectly kept this room is, it's not all that much of a mystery.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth laughs)

Do you have any pink leopard print miniskirts? This one’s nice but… pink would be shinier

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

(She looks shocked, then pouts much more, like a depressed Chihuahua.)

Aw... Well, if we're going anywhere, I still wanna look half-decent. C'mon, pick something!

(In the closet is a wide array of 2000's party girl-type clothes, most of them made by her own hand. Skirts, miniskirts, vinyl tops of all sorts, tights, tank tops, dresses, and even jewelry as well as lots of little decorative hairclips. There's also some cute heels, but there's only a few pairs.)

... I really make too many clothes, don't I?

(She murmurs, not even having to see them all to know it.)

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, what’s that saying? … preachin’ t’ the choir? Let me see… mmmmm

(He pokes around, eventually landing on a leopard print mini skirt with pink fishnets and vinyl crop top. He lays it out to one side)

You thinkin platforms or what? For shoes?

#((I need you to know that yellow owns a whopping 3 jeans and 10 t shirts and 12 hoodies/sweaters and they’re actually mostly moths

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

(She giggles, nodding eagerly.)

Okay! Oh, I have to find a good outfit first. Who am I if I'm not knocking the house down at a party with some nylon and mesh?

(She laughs, finding the wall again and following it to a separate, larger closet. She flicks on a lightswitch to reveal her collection of handmade, tailored clothes. The room also contains a desk with a semi-neat collection of sewing and tailoring supplies and even a dress form. She beckons Moth over, taking a step into the room. Unlike the rest of the house, she knows this room like the back of her hand.

Each type of clothing item is organized onto racks on the walls.)

Pick something out, will'ya? I gotta get out of this depressing... Baggy stuff.

(She grabs at the baggy tee and sweats she's wearing with a little pout.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth giggles, following)

It’s not for another week, y’know that. I just gotta get you outta ‘ere

(He hums, eyeing the closet critically)

#(ahem. what’s in this closet

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

(She gains a little hint of a smile, but it's clear she's like 4 more kind words away from sobbing again. She keeps her composure, nodding and squeezing Moth's hand back.)

... If you're sure it'll be okay, I would kill to go to a party.

(She is NOT getting enough enrichment in her enclosure.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He laughs)

How ‘bout I grab y’ that blanket and clean up a little, and I’ll drive y’ to my place. We can shine ya up some, too, Doll

(Driving with Moth is always a bit of a risk, and it’s always worse in the late afternoon. She probably won’t crash)

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

(She nods, using her free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and neaten it a bit, despite not really being able to see it. Clearly, she hasn't had a cut in a while. She always would do her own haircuts, she only ever trusted herself for it.)

Thank you, Mothy.

(As grateful as she is, her smile twists into an uneasy sort of frown.)

... You were talking about a party, at your place. I... Destroya, what I would give to talk to anyone other.. than...

...

Anyway. I'm just..

(She sighs, leaning in close and whispering so quiet she can barely hear herself.)

I don't want to scare your baby bat. I-I look like.. I look like a nightmare, Mothy.

moth-moon-the-whore

(They hum softly, not letting go of Gloss)

you won’t, Doll. And even if you did, you aren’t scary. Not everyone or everything who looks scary is worth being scared of. You’re worth way more than a pretty face, and q

(She squeezes her hand again, smiling a bit)

and I think y’ forget how many people think I’m scary

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

hmmm……. I ain’ sure.. that one definitely would know who t’ ask, though. I can check?

(They squeeze her hand)

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth immediately picks up that something isn’t right)

- glossy? ‘Re you all rainbow dear? ‘S something wrong? -

-... Mothy, I..-

(She gets a little choked up, swallowing the tightness in her throat before continuing.)

-... Something happened. I'm-I'm okay, I'm not hurt or-or in danger, or anything, but.. I...-

(She cuts herself off, putting a hand over her mouth and trying to stop herself from crying. How can she even say it without having to explain what happened? Without having to relive it?)

moth-moon-the-whore

- are you sure? D’you wan’ me t’ come over? You’re safe? ‘M free righ’ now,? -

(There’s a few sounds, like Moth’s getting ready to leave)

-No!-

(She blurts out, sounding entirely too panicked at the idea for her to be fine. After a second, she clears her throat.)

-Uh, no, nn-no, it's fine. You don't have to..-

(She pauses, then takes a deep breath and decides, what the hell? Might as well get this over with.)

-... Sure. Just.. Come over. It'll be easier to explain in person.-

moth-moon-the-whore

- copy, take care love -

(His voice sounds far more genuine than it used to, even around Gloss or Yellow. They make sure Yellow and Wednesday and the others will be okay, then get to Gloss’s place as quick as is mostly safe. She stops a bit away, pausing before getting out of his car)

(She feels as sick as a droid can feel, sitting and waiting. She knows how far away Moth's house is, and she knows how long it'll take for Moth to get here, but it feels like a million years anyway. As soon as she hears Moth's car outside, she can't help but get scared of what he's gonna think. She can't even make herself go to the door. She's paralyzed.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(After a moment, Moth knocks, calling in)

Doll? Love?

(Gloss puts her hands over her mouth, trying to remember just how Mothy looked. They hadn't seen eachother in long enough since her accident that it's a bit fuzzy. Her fans are whirring with effort as she tries to calm down, but she just can't. Eventually, she moves her hands to cover the empty, jagged gap where her eyes should be, and she calls out.)

Come in..

(Her voice is just barely audible enough to hear through the door, her voice tight and strained. She almost wishes Moth will just leave. She almost can't bear the thought of not being able to see someone so dear to her. She just needs their presence, at least.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth opens the door slowly. He’s wearing one of her sparkly black dresses, to about mid calf. The boots go up high enough to keep the sun off, and she’s wearing a loose yellow sweater over the top and takes the sunglasses off as she goes inside. She stops, looking around and his eyes land on Gloss)

Doll?

(They sound worried)

(She's still covering her eyes, flinching and curling up a little as she hears him call for her. She's sitting in one of the chairs she used for her work. Usually, with the chair being one of those hairstylist chairs, it would be really tall. She has it lowered all the way down for some reason. The other chairs and workstations are dusty, the materials on them not even seeming to have been moved for months. There's barely any light, as well. It's dark enough that only the light from the open door really illuminates the place.

She isn't looking at them. Not directly, anyway. Instead, her head is just a little bit off to the side of Moth. She takes a deep breath, her voice trembling as she manages to speak in a teary croak.)

Moth, I'm.. Please don't freak out.

(She painstakingly moves her hands from her eyes, revealing the gnarled, empty gap where her eyes and the bridge of her nose should be. All that's left is some messily soldered tubes, a mess of wires, and jagged edges of animalistically torn-out metal. She bites her lip, sniffling.)

moth-moon-the-whore

oh… Gloss, love, what happened..? Can I come closer?

(Their voice has nothing but concern for his friend. A bit of sadness, why didn’t Gloss call her?)

(She nods, her mind racing with worries. She doesn't know how Moth is looking at her. If they're scared, disgusted. She can hear the concern, but maybe it's just pity. She just doesn't know. What she does know is that crying wouldn't be a good idea since the system that enables her to cry in the first place is basically torn in half, but that doesn't mean she can help it. She moves her hands to cover her mouth, looking down at the floor and trying to calm her breathing to no avail. Tears drip from a pair of small dented pipes just on the inner corners of where her eyes were, landing on the floor in front of her. She can't even answer the questions. She doesn't trust herself to speak.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moon steps closer, humming quietly to avoid snaking up on their friend)

Take a deep breath, love, okay? Just take a breath, Dolly

(She tries to, but when she takes a breath in, it just comes out in sobs. She appreciates the quiet humming. It gives her an idea of how close Moth is. No one else has done that yet. Then again she hasn't really seen anyone else.)

I don't kn-know what t' do, Mothy, I-I.. I didn't wanna scare you..

...

Are you scared of me?

(She sounds absolutely heartbroken, like she's expecting a certain answer.)

moth-moon-the-whore

No, no, Glossy. Scared for you, maybe, but no, no

(She seems unconvinced, but she knows Moony wouldn't lie to her.)

...

(She carefully stands up, using the arms of the chair to help her find her balance. It takes a painful amount of time for her to stand semi-steadily. When she does, she looks up at the source of Moth's voice, her lips tugged into a teary frown.)

.. Can I have a hug? Please.

moth-moon-the-whore

‘F course, dear

(She hums softly again as she moves closer, not wanting to make Gloss. I’ve when she’s clearly unsteady. He pulls her into a hug, tight and gentle)

I’m righ’ here, Glossy, always

(She doesn't hesitate to hug back, almost tucking her face into Moony's shoulder before opting to rest her chin on it instead, in fear of scratching them with the torn metal. She sighs deeply, managing to calm down at least partially. She didn't know she needed this, but she did.

After a good amount of time, she carefully pulls away, her hands settling on Mothy's shoulders. She sniffles, looking slightly down.)

.. I haven't... No one knows except you and.. Decay.

(She says Decay's name with just a tinge of... Something. Not anger, not resentment, but... Something. Not something good.

She's worried to say what actually happened. She wants to tell someone, but she doesn't want to put Decay in any danger. She seems like she's contemplating whether to speak up or not.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(She gently bonks her forehead against Gloss’s. His hair’s grown out some and it’s in braids rather than the usual puffs. The braids are long enough to brush against Gloss and a few of them clatter softly with beads)

Decay?

(The feeling of the braids makes Gloss want to touch them. It's not the usual style Moth wears. She's curious, but she knows now isn't the time.)

Uh, it's another.. Another droid. I took 'em in a while ago. They... BLI put a chip in its head, it was... Influencing them. They went kind of haywire and-and I tried to.. I tried to help, but.. It..

(She stops, pausing to take a breath and bite her tongue. She's speaking ever-so-tenatively, being careful not to even breathe a bad word about Decay. Eventually, she manages to finish her little story, albeit with difficulty.)

.. It wasn't their fault. They-they didn't mean to.. To do this.

(She doesn't want to sugarcoat it, but she knows, she knows Decay never meant to hurt her.)

moth-moon-the-whore

You believe that? For real, you’re not just trying t’ make me feel better?

(If that’s what Gloss believes, Moth will believe it too. But they will not risk this just being some lie to cover up what really hurts)

(Her voice becomes firmer, but she still sounds unsure.)

I know it. Top left, Mothy.

(She takes a breath, trying to gather her thoughts.)

... At least, I think I do. They're not-they're not just some rabid bag of bolts, it's just... its programming. I got rid of the chip myself and everything's been fine since then. I promise.

If I needed you to do anything, you know I wouldn't deny you the pleasure.

(She comments, trying to lighten the topic.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moon laughs a little)

Glad you trust me t’ fuck things up when you need it.

‘S there anything I can do.? I know y’ can’t see, but your place is a mess

(He says it as lightheartedly as she can manage. They’re happy to help Gloss with anything possible)

(She manages a little chuckle. It's the first time she's laughed in weeks. She can always trust Mothy to lighten things up a bit.)

Yeah, sorry about that. You know I usually keep it spick and span in here, but, uh.. Y'know.

(She takes a little step back, again grabbing the chair to steady herself.)

Uh, could y' grab me a blanket from that closet over... There?

(She gestures very loosely to a wall across the room with a door on it, presumably to a small closet.)

I'm kinda cold.

moth-moon-the-whore

‘F course.

(He smiles gently, even though Gloss can’t see. Moth gives her another light squeeze before opening the closet door to find her friend a blanket and maybe a way to help tidy things up)

@digital--d3cay

(It looks up in the pitch black room, pausing petting Circuit. The only thing visible is its pupils, glowing a bright white. It's fans whir loudly as it stares at Moth, trying to figure out if he's a threat or not)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He yelps and jumps backwards, pale features a little bit eerie in the dimness. They aren’t armed, at least not visibly and he doesn’t reach for anything)

(Gloss flinches hard enough to almost knock the chair over, letting out a sharp yelp and "looking" around frantically.)

What? What happened?

(She asks, panicked and speaking quickly.)

Moony?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth looks between the entity in the closet and her friend. He tries to sound calm and fails)

Uh- there’s … a flashlights? In here?

(Part of the panic is replaced by confusion.)

.. Flashlights? That's.. I don't keep flashlights in there...

(She uses the backs of the chairs and glides her hand along the wall until she gets to the closet, listening inside and carefully reaching in a hand. Her hand thunks against Decay's forehead before moving to sit on top of their head. She huffs a sigh, oddly calm about the droid in her closet.)

Oh. Hey, Decay.

(She ruffles its hair a bit, then takes a little step back, setting her hand on her hip and tilting her head.)

Do you have Circuit?

(She glances over her shoulder in Moth's general direction.)

This is Decay, the droid I was talking about. I didn't know it was in here.

(She chuckles a bit awkwardly.)

Sorry.

moth-moon-the-whore

… oh. Hello, ‘m Moon.

(He relaxes some, though is definitely less at ease around Decay than with just Gloss)

@digital--d3cay

Hello.

(It picks Circuit back up and stands, glancing at Gloss before looking at Moth)

Are you friends?

moth-moon-the-whore

Yeah.

(She looks curiously at Circuit, and they hum quietly as they walk over to take Gloss’s hand)

@gloss-d0ll

(She's just kinda. There. She's listening to the conversation, knowing Moon is probably not the most eager to be friendly with Decay after what she told him, but hoping he's okay. As she listens to Mothy walk over, she holds out her hand, glancing toward Decay.)

We've been friends for a long time.

(She realizes she hasn't even introduced Circuit.)

Oh! Mothy, uh, we-we got a cat, recently. Some 'joy just gave her to me and took off. We named her Circuit.

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, she’s adorable!

(It sounds like that old mask is back, the one that sounds like they care about nothing so that nothing can hurt them. She leans closer to Gloss to whisper)

you trust them? It won’t tell people about..?

(Gloss knows that voice, and she knows that mask. A pit forms in her stomach. She knew Moth wouldn't trust Decay at least somewhat if she said what it did, but she didn't think it would be this bad. Nonetheless, she squeezes Moth's hand gently before nodding and whispering back.)

No. They wouldn't. Not without that BLI chip. I promise, it's fine, Mothy.

(She pauses momentarily, then pipes up again, having been wondering about something.)

Oh, how's Yellow been?

moth-moon-the-whore

mm.. kay..

(Even if she trusts Decay not to attack Gloss again, there’s just no way Moon will be as open to them as he is to Gloss. They will absolutely not mention their baby to anyone he isn’t sure is trustworthy. He takes a breath before continuing)

Yellow’s been shiny, got more jobs fixing old buildings, ya know?

(Moth very clearly mistrusts Decay, but she’s still proud of Yellow)

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth immediately picks up that something isn’t right)

- glossy? ‘Re you all rainbow dear? ‘S something wrong? -

-... Mothy, I..-

(She gets a little choked up, swallowing the tightness in her throat before continuing.)

-... Something happened. I'm-I'm okay, I'm not hurt or-or in danger, or anything, but.. I...-

(She cuts herself off, putting a hand over her mouth and trying to stop herself from crying. How can she even say it without having to explain what happened? Without having to relive it?)

moth-moon-the-whore

- are you sure? D’you wan’ me t’ come over? You’re safe? ‘M free righ’ now,? -

(There’s a few sounds, like Moth’s getting ready to leave)

-No!-

(She blurts out, sounding entirely too panicked at the idea for her to be fine. After a second, she clears her throat.)

-Uh, no, nn-no, it's fine. You don't have to..-

(She pauses, then takes a deep breath and decides, what the hell? Might as well get this over with.)

-... Sure. Just.. Come over. It'll be easier to explain in person.-

moth-moon-the-whore

- copy, take care love -

(His voice sounds far more genuine than it used to, even around Gloss or Yellow. They make sure Yellow and Wednesday and the others will be okay, then get to Gloss’s place as quick as is mostly safe. She stops a bit away, pausing before getting out of his car)

(She feels as sick as a droid can feel, sitting and waiting. She knows how far away Moth's house is, and she knows how long it'll take for Moth to get here, but it feels like a million years anyway. As soon as she hears Moth's car outside, she can't help but get scared of what he's gonna think. She can't even make herself go to the door. She's paralyzed.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(After a moment, Moth knocks, calling in)

Doll? Love?

(Gloss puts her hands over her mouth, trying to remember just how Mothy looked. They hadn't seen eachother in long enough since her accident that it's a bit fuzzy. Her fans are whirring with effort as she tries to calm down, but she just can't. Eventually, she moves her hands to cover the empty, jagged gap where her eyes should be, and she calls out.)

Come in..

(Her voice is just barely audible enough to hear through the door, her voice tight and strained. She almost wishes Moth will just leave. She almost can't bear the thought of not being able to see someone so dear to her. She just needs their presence, at least.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth opens the door slowly. He’s wearing one of her sparkly black dresses, to about mid calf. The boots go up high enough to keep the sun off, and she’s wearing a loose yellow sweater over the top and takes the sunglasses off as she goes inside. She stops, looking around and his eyes land on Gloss)

Doll?

(They sound worried)

(She's still covering her eyes, flinching and curling up a little as she hears him call for her. She's sitting in one of the chairs she used for her work. Usually, with the chair being one of those hairstylist chairs, it would be really tall. She has it lowered all the way down for some reason. The other chairs and workstations are dusty, the materials on them not even seeming to have been moved for months. There's barely any light, as well. It's dark enough that only the light from the open door really illuminates the place.

She isn't looking at them. Not directly, anyway. Instead, her head is just a little bit off to the side of Moth. She takes a deep breath, her voice trembling as she manages to speak in a teary croak.)

Moth, I'm.. Please don't freak out.

(She painstakingly moves her hands from her eyes, revealing the gnarled, empty gap where her eyes and the bridge of her nose should be. All that's left is some messily soldered tubes, a mess of wires, and jagged edges of animalistically torn-out metal. She bites her lip, sniffling.)

moth-moon-the-whore

oh… Gloss, love, what happened..? Can I come closer?

(Their voice has nothing but concern for his friend. A bit of sadness, why didn’t Gloss call her?)

(She nods, her mind racing with worries. She doesn't know how Moth is looking at her. If they're scared, disgusted. She can hear the concern, but maybe it's just pity. She just doesn't know. What she does know is that crying wouldn't be a good idea since the system that enables her to cry in the first place is basically torn in half, but that doesn't mean she can help it. She moves her hands to cover her mouth, looking down at the floor and trying to calm her breathing to no avail. Tears drip from a pair of small dented pipes just on the inner corners of where her eyes were, landing on the floor in front of her. She can't even answer the questions. She doesn't trust herself to speak.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moon steps closer, humming quietly to avoid snaking up on their friend)

Take a deep breath, love, okay? Just take a breath, Dolly

(She tries to, but when she takes a breath in, it just comes out in sobs. She appreciates the quiet humming. It gives her an idea of how close Moth is. No one else has done that yet. Then again she hasn't really seen anyone else.)

I don't kn-know what t' do, Mothy, I-I.. I didn't wanna scare you..

...

Are you scared of me?

(She sounds absolutely heartbroken, like she's expecting a certain answer.)

moth-moon-the-whore

No, no, Glossy. Scared for you, maybe, but no, no

(She seems unconvinced, but she knows Moony wouldn't lie to her.)

...

(She carefully stands up, using the arms of the chair to help her find her balance. It takes a painful amount of time for her to stand semi-steadily. When she does, she looks up at the source of Moth's voice, her lips tugged into a teary frown.)

.. Can I have a hug? Please.

moth-moon-the-whore

‘F course, dear

(She hums softly again as she moves closer, not wanting to make Gloss. I’ve when she’s clearly unsteady. He pulls her into a hug, tight and gentle)

I’m righ’ here, Glossy, always

(She doesn't hesitate to hug back, almost tucking her face into Moony's shoulder before opting to rest her chin on it instead, in fear of scratching them with the torn metal. She sighs deeply, managing to calm down at least partially. She didn't know she needed this, but she did.

After a good amount of time, she carefully pulls away, her hands settling on Mothy's shoulders. She sniffles, looking slightly down.)

.. I haven't... No one knows except you and.. Decay.

(She says Decay's name with just a tinge of... Something. Not anger, not resentment, but... Something. Not something good.

She's worried to say what actually happened. She wants to tell someone, but she doesn't want to put Decay in any danger. She seems like she's contemplating whether to speak up or not.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(She gently bonks her forehead against Gloss’s. His hair’s grown out some and it’s in braids rather than the usual puffs. The braids are long enough to brush against Gloss and a few of them clatter softly with beads)

Decay?

(The feeling of the braids makes Gloss want to touch them. It's not the usual style Moth wears. She's curious, but she knows now isn't the time.)

Uh, it's another.. Another droid. I took 'em in a while ago. They... BLI put a chip in its head, it was... Influencing them. They went kind of haywire and-and I tried to.. I tried to help, but.. It..

(She stops, pausing to take a breath and bite her tongue. She's speaking ever-so-tenatively, being careful not to even breathe a bad word about Decay. Eventually, she manages to finish her little story, albeit with difficulty.)

.. It wasn't their fault. They-they didn't mean to.. To do this.

(She doesn't want to sugarcoat it, but she knows, she knows Decay never meant to hurt her.)

moth-moon-the-whore

You believe that? For real, you’re not just trying t’ make me feel better?

(If that’s what Gloss believes, Moth will believe it too. But they will not risk this just being some lie to cover up what really hurts)

(Her voice becomes firmer, but she still sounds unsure.)

I know it. Top left, Mothy.

(She takes a breath, trying to gather her thoughts.)

... At least, I think I do. They're not-they're not just some rabid bag of bolts, it's just... its programming. I got rid of the chip myself and everything's been fine since then. I promise.

If I needed you to do anything, you know I wouldn't deny you the pleasure.

(She comments, trying to lighten the topic.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moon laughs a little)

Glad you trust me t’ fuck things up when you need it.

‘S there anything I can do.? I know y’ can’t see, but your place is a mess

(He says it as lightheartedly as she can manage. They’re happy to help Gloss with anything possible)

(She manages a little chuckle. It's the first time she's laughed in weeks. She can always trust Mothy to lighten things up a bit.)

Yeah, sorry about that. You know I usually keep it spick and span in here, but, uh.. Y'know.

(She takes a little step back, again grabbing the chair to steady herself.)

Uh, could y' grab me a blanket from that closet over... There?

(She gestures very loosely to a wall across the room with a door on it, presumably to a small closet.)

I'm kinda cold.

moth-moon-the-whore

‘F course.

(He smiles gently, even though Gloss can’t see. Moth gives her another light squeeze before opening the closet door to find her friend a blanket and maybe a way to help tidy things up)

@digital--d3cay

(It looks up in the pitch black room, pausing petting Circuit. The only thing visible is its pupils, glowing a bright white. It's fans whir loudly as it stares at Moth, trying to figure out if he's a threat or not)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He yelps and jumps backwards, pale features a little bit eerie in the dimness. They aren’t armed, at least not visibly and he doesn’t reach for anything)

(Gloss flinches hard enough to almost knock the chair over, letting out a sharp yelp and "looking" around frantically.)

What? What happened?

(She asks, panicked and speaking quickly.)

Moony?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth looks between the entity in the closet and her friend. He tries to sound calm and fails)

Uh- there’s … a flashlights? In here?

(Part of the panic is replaced by confusion.)

.. Flashlights? That's.. I don't keep flashlights in there...

(She uses the backs of the chairs and glides her hand along the wall until she gets to the closet, listening inside and carefully reaching in a hand. Her hand thunks against Decay's forehead before moving to sit on top of their head. She huffs a sigh, oddly calm about the droid in her closet.)

Oh. Hey, Decay.

(She ruffles its hair a bit, then takes a little step back, setting her hand on her hip and tilting her head.)

Do you have Circuit?

(She glances over her shoulder in Moth's general direction.)

This is Decay, the droid I was talking about. I didn't know it was in here.

(She chuckles a bit awkwardly.)

Sorry.

moth-moon-the-whore

… oh. Hello, ‘m Moon.

(He relaxes some, though is definitely less at ease around Decay than with just Gloss)

@digital--d3cay

Hello.

(It picks Circuit back up and stands, glancing at Gloss before looking at Moth)

Are you friends?

moth-moon-the-whore

Yeah.

(She looks curiously at Circuit, and they hum quietly as they walk over to take Gloss’s hand)

@gloss-d0ll

(She's just kinda. There. She's listening to the conversation, knowing Moon is probably not the most eager to be friendly with Decay after what she told him, but hoping he's okay. As she listens to Mothy walk over, she holds out her hand, glancing toward Decay.)

We've been friends for a long time.

(She realizes she hasn't even introduced Circuit.)

Oh! Mothy, uh, we-we got a cat, recently. Some 'joy just gave her to me and took off. We named her Circuit.

moth-moon-the-whore

Oh, she’s adorable!

(It sounds like that old mask is back, the one that sounds like they care about nothing so that nothing can hurt them. She leans closer to Gloss to whisper)

you trust them? It won’t tell people about..?

- hey Glossy! Oh Destroya, it’s been a while, sorry, when ‘re you free? Yellow an’ I were planning on having a party at th’ house, you shiny for that? -

@moth-moon-the-whore

(She's over the moon... No pun intended..... To hear Moth's voice again, and she grabs her radio to answer, eager to finally talk again. Though, just as she's about to speak, she pauses.

It takes her a few moments to think about what to say. She doesn't want to say no, but... What would Moth think if they saw her like this?)

-.. Hey, Mothy! I-I missed you, too. I'm.. Free whenever. The shop's been pretty quiet, lately. Uh, I...-

(She trails off, not really knowing how to even explain why she's so apprehensive.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth immediately picks up that something isn’t right)

- glossy? ‘Re you all rainbow dear? ‘S something wrong? -

-... Mothy, I..-

(She gets a little choked up, swallowing the tightness in her throat before continuing.)

-... Something happened. I'm-I'm okay, I'm not hurt or-or in danger, or anything, but.. I...-

(She cuts herself off, putting a hand over her mouth and trying to stop herself from crying. How can she even say it without having to explain what happened? Without having to relive it?)

moth-moon-the-whore

- are you sure? D’you wan’ me t’ come over? You’re safe? ‘M free righ’ now,? -

(There’s a few sounds, like Moth’s getting ready to leave)

-No!-

(She blurts out, sounding entirely too panicked at the idea for her to be fine. After a second, she clears her throat.)

-Uh, no, nn-no, it's fine. You don't have to..-

(She pauses, then takes a deep breath and decides, what the hell? Might as well get this over with.)

-... Sure. Just.. Come over. It'll be easier to explain in person.-

moth-moon-the-whore

- copy, take care love -

(His voice sounds far more genuine than it used to, even around Gloss or Yellow. They make sure Yellow and Wednesday and the others will be okay, then get to Gloss’s place as quick as is mostly safe. She stops a bit away, pausing before getting out of his car)

(She feels as sick as a droid can feel, sitting and waiting. She knows how far away Moth's house is, and she knows how long it'll take for Moth to get here, but it feels like a million years anyway. As soon as she hears Moth's car outside, she can't help but get scared of what he's gonna think. She can't even make herself go to the door. She's paralyzed.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(After a moment, Moth knocks, calling in)

Doll? Love?

(Gloss puts her hands over her mouth, trying to remember just how Mothy looked. They hadn't seen eachother in long enough since her accident that it's a bit fuzzy. Her fans are whirring with effort as she tries to calm down, but she just can't. Eventually, she moves her hands to cover the empty, jagged gap where her eyes should be, and she calls out.)

Come in..

(Her voice is just barely audible enough to hear through the door, her voice tight and strained. She almost wishes Moth will just leave. She almost can't bear the thought of not being able to see someone so dear to her. She just needs their presence, at least.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth opens the door slowly. He’s wearing one of her sparkly black dresses, to about mid calf. The boots go up high enough to keep the sun off, and she’s wearing a loose yellow sweater over the top and takes the sunglasses off as she goes inside. She stops, looking around and his eyes land on Gloss)

Doll?

(They sound worried)

(She's still covering her eyes, flinching and curling up a little as she hears him call for her. She's sitting in one of the chairs she used for her work. Usually, with the chair being one of those hairstylist chairs, it would be really tall. She has it lowered all the way down for some reason. The other chairs and workstations are dusty, the materials on them not even seeming to have been moved for months. There's barely any light, as well. It's dark enough that only the light from the open door really illuminates the place.

She isn't looking at them. Not directly, anyway. Instead, her head is just a little bit off to the side of Moth. She takes a deep breath, her voice trembling as she manages to speak in a teary croak.)

Moth, I'm.. Please don't freak out.

(She painstakingly moves her hands from her eyes, revealing the gnarled, empty gap where her eyes and the bridge of her nose should be. All that's left is some messily soldered tubes, a mess of wires, and jagged edges of animalistically torn-out metal. She bites her lip, sniffling.)

moth-moon-the-whore

oh… Gloss, love, what happened..? Can I come closer?

(Their voice has nothing but concern for his friend. A bit of sadness, why didn’t Gloss call her?)

(She nods, her mind racing with worries. She doesn't know how Moth is looking at her. If they're scared, disgusted. She can hear the concern, but maybe it's just pity. She just doesn't know. What she does know is that crying wouldn't be a good idea since the system that enables her to cry in the first place is basically torn in half, but that doesn't mean she can help it. She moves her hands to cover her mouth, looking down at the floor and trying to calm her breathing to no avail. Tears drip from a pair of small dented pipes just on the inner corners of where her eyes were, landing on the floor in front of her. She can't even answer the questions. She doesn't trust herself to speak.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moon steps closer, humming quietly to avoid snaking up on their friend)

Take a deep breath, love, okay? Just take a breath, Dolly

(She tries to, but when she takes a breath in, it just comes out in sobs. She appreciates the quiet humming. It gives her an idea of how close Moth is. No one else has done that yet. Then again she hasn't really seen anyone else.)

I don't kn-know what t' do, Mothy, I-I.. I didn't wanna scare you..

...

Are you scared of me?

(She sounds absolutely heartbroken, like she's expecting a certain answer.)

moth-moon-the-whore

No, no, Glossy. Scared for you, maybe, but no, no

(She seems unconvinced, but she knows Moony wouldn't lie to her.)

...

(She carefully stands up, using the arms of the chair to help her find her balance. It takes a painful amount of time for her to stand semi-steadily. When she does, she looks up at the source of Moth's voice, her lips tugged into a teary frown.)

.. Can I have a hug? Please.

moth-moon-the-whore

‘F course, dear

(She hums softly again as she moves closer, not wanting to make Gloss. I’ve when she’s clearly unsteady. He pulls her into a hug, tight and gentle)

I’m righ’ here, Glossy, always

(She doesn't hesitate to hug back, almost tucking her face into Moony's shoulder before opting to rest her chin on it instead, in fear of scratching them with the torn metal. She sighs deeply, managing to calm down at least partially. She didn't know she needed this, but she did.

After a good amount of time, she carefully pulls away, her hands settling on Mothy's shoulders. She sniffles, looking slightly down.)

.. I haven't... No one knows except you and.. Decay.

(She says Decay's name with just a tinge of... Something. Not anger, not resentment, but... Something. Not something good.

She's worried to say what actually happened. She wants to tell someone, but she doesn't want to put Decay in any danger. She seems like she's contemplating whether to speak up or not.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(She gently bonks her forehead against Gloss’s. His hair’s grown out some and it’s in braids rather than the usual puffs. The braids are long enough to brush against Gloss and a few of them clatter softly with beads)

Decay?

(The feeling of the braids makes Gloss want to touch them. It's not the usual style Moth wears. She's curious, but she knows now isn't the time.)

Uh, it's another.. Another droid. I took 'em in a while ago. They... BLI put a chip in its head, it was... Influencing them. They went kind of haywire and-and I tried to.. I tried to help, but.. It..

(She stops, pausing to take a breath and bite her tongue. She's speaking ever-so-tenatively, being careful not to even breathe a bad word about Decay. Eventually, she manages to finish her little story, albeit with difficulty.)

.. It wasn't their fault. They-they didn't mean to.. To do this.

(She doesn't want to sugarcoat it, but she knows, she knows Decay never meant to hurt her.)

moth-moon-the-whore

You believe that? For real, you’re not just trying t’ make me feel better?

(If that’s what Gloss believes, Moth will believe it too. But they will not risk this just being some lie to cover up what really hurts)

(Her voice becomes firmer, but she still sounds unsure.)

I know it. Top left, Mothy.

(She takes a breath, trying to gather her thoughts.)

... At least, I think I do. They're not-they're not just some rabid bag of bolts, it's just... its programming. I got rid of the chip myself and everything's been fine since then. I promise.

If I needed you to do anything, you know I wouldn't deny you the pleasure.

(She comments, trying to lighten the topic.)

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moon laughs a little)

Glad you trust me t’ fuck things up when you need it.

‘S there anything I can do.? I know y’ can’t see, but your place is a mess

(He says it as lightheartedly as she can manage. They’re happy to help Gloss with anything possible)

(She manages a little chuckle. It's the first time she's laughed in weeks. She can always trust Mothy to lighten things up a bit.)

Yeah, sorry about that. You know I usually keep it spick and span in here, but, uh.. Y'know.

(She takes a little step back, again grabbing the chair to steady herself.)

Uh, could y' grab me a blanket from that closet over... There?

(She gestures very loosely to a wall across the room with a door on it, presumably to a small closet.)

I'm kinda cold.

moth-moon-the-whore

‘F course.

(He smiles gently, even though Gloss can’t see. Moth gives her another light squeeze before opening the closet door to find her friend a blanket and maybe a way to help tidy things up)

@digital--d3cay

(It looks up in the pitch black room, pausing petting Circuit. The only thing visible is its pupils, glowing a bright white. It's fans whir loudly as it stares at Moth, trying to figure out if he's a threat or not)

moth-moon-the-whore

(He yelps and jumps backwards, pale features a little bit eerie in the dimness. They aren’t armed, at least not visibly and he doesn’t reach for anything)

(Gloss flinches hard enough to almost knock the chair over, letting out a sharp yelp and "looking" around frantically.)

What? What happened?

(She asks, panicked and speaking quickly.)

Moony?

moth-moon-the-whore

(Moth looks between the entity in the closet and her friend. He tries to sound calm and fails)

Uh- there’s … a flashlights? In here?

(Part of the panic is replaced by confusion.)

.. Flashlights? That's.. I don't keep flashlights in there...

(She uses the backs of the chairs and glides her hand along the wall until she gets to the closet, listening inside and carefully reaching in a hand. Her hand thunks against Decay's forehead before moving to sit on top of their head. She huffs a sigh, oddly calm about the droid in her closet.)

Oh. Hey, Decay.

(She ruffles its hair a bit, then takes a little step back, setting her hand on her hip and tilting her head.)

Do you have Circuit?

(She glances over her shoulder in Moth's general direction.)

This is Decay, the droid I was talking about. I didn't know it was in here.

(She chuckles a bit awkwardly.)

Sorry.

moth-moon-the-whore

… oh. Hello, ‘m Moon.

(He relaxes some, though is definitely less at ease around Decay than with just Gloss)

@digital--d3cay

Hello.

(It picks Circuit back up and stands, glancing at Gloss before looking at Moth)

Are you friends?

moth-moon-the-whore

Yeah.

(She looks curiously at Circuit, and they hum quietly as they walk over to take Gloss’s hand)

@gloss-d0ll

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