For the drabble prompts: Amity being a disaster gay and Ed and Em trying to be supportive. I love your work!!
The way her dress fluttered as she twirled made Amity feel giddy. She tilted in a mock-dipping and pulled back up, stretching an arm out. She pictured the smirk on Luz’s face as she pulled out a seemingly endless supply of glyphs and smiled so wide it was beginning to hurt.
“Awwwwwwwww!”
Amity stumbled, almost falling flat on her face- which, honestly, would’ve been preferred to Emira grabbed her shoulders and pulling her close. That devious twinkle in her eyes was like hand sanitizer to a fresh wound. “You remembering your womantic dance?” she cooed. “With Wuuuuzzzzz?”
She went rigid. “I will murder you in cold blood.”
Edric came up on her other side, smiling in that manner that instantly made her want to stick a particular finger out at him. “The dance that made a biiiiggg tree grow?” he added, booping her nose. “All pink and gay?”
“I’m serious. No one will find your corpses.”
“Cut her some slack, Ed. At least she has good taste.” Emira shifted, plopping a forearm onto her head like she was some sort of armrest. “I call wearing the suit to the wedding.”
“Okay, but only if there’s not a lot of frills,” Edric responded. “They make me look fat.”
Amity slapped Emira’s hand away, her entire face red. “Would you stop it? She’s not even into girls.”
“What,” said Edric, face falling.
Emira snorted. “Oh, honey, Amy, darling little sister. Your gaydar is just... so bad.”
“So bad,” he echoed, breaking into giggles.
