snowy tresses bounced upon brittle shoulders, head aimlessly moving around and defying the music’s rhythm. there was nobody around who could judge her awkward dance moves; not if you didn’t consider the pile of unwashed clothes in the corner as a living thing anyway – juno was pretty sure that by that point there was already a radioactive creature residing in there. with nothing but a pair of old granny panties and a tank top to shield her from the cold breeze in her small apartment, she made sure to put on one hell of a show for her dusty and torn stuffed animals. “i need a hero,” an off-key voice rang out, making the thin walls of the building SHAKE ! “i’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night… and he’s gotta be STRONG, and he’s gotta be FAST–” she continued, bruised knees banging against each other every time she took a step in another direction. track so loud that a BANG on the door went completely unnoticed. “I NEED A HERO !” and so did the sound of the same swinging wide open.
" i don't have a cape, but i can definitely wear my underwear over my jeans if you'd like ! " baby chuckles, a soft iridescent laughter drowned by the vocals of both juno and bonnie tyler. she stands beside the bare entrance, petite form leaned against the door frame, caramel curls dancing on bony shoulders. her voice is drowsy, eyes nearly shut, pace slow and breath peaceful — the opposite of juno, all energy and movement, a blur of platinum locks swinging around the room. baby feels peace watching her, more than she did five minutes into medidating, as she was before she rhythm interrupted her peaceful exercise. her lips still hold the shadow of laughter as she moves into the apartment, unannounced, uninvited, shameless. " am i interrupting, or do you really need a hero ? everyone else usually uses the baby-sign. you know, the giant pacifier projected in the tall building ? but this works just as well, i guess " she keeps up the joke, amused with herself. she realizes just how bothered she was before, as a motionless shadow in a silent apartment. juno's raiment doesn't bother her one bit, considering that she too in sweatpants and a sports bra.
