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🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc .
Bash didn’t expect her to spend the night here, right? Not only did Lily have a home of her own, but she hardly knew Mickey and his roommates, aside from Sam. Absentmindedly texting the dog sitter as she made her way through a few people she thought were ‘Gen Z’, Lily didn’t notice the foot that she stumbled on. Gasping as the man whose foot she tripped on reached out for her, Lily fell onto his lap in a rather precarious position. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.... I’m a little out of it.” The apology was delivered swiftly, with Lily thinking that she should move before someone caught her and the man in this position and reported it to Bash without knowing the context of it. But being in heels all night had taken a toll on her, with the sedentary moment feeling more like a relief than anything. “I’m Bash’s girlfriend, Lily. And you are... under me,” she mentioned awkwardly, scooting off of his lap. “I think I’d prefer to get to know his friends with limited physical contact. Though, I once again am sorry about your foot.”