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There’s another person in her bed. Another actual, human, living, breathing person and not some kind of weird necromancy shit or a demon that got in through the cat flap. A real human person. A beautiful woman, at that. Hermia. Bringing girls home from night clubs is one thing, but she’s not the kind of shit stain who doesn’t even bother to learn their name first. Besides, it’s not like Hermia is a total, total stranger, they’ve definitely talked a couple of times before, at the very least. Their bare legs are tangled in a way that feels natural, and Max cannot stop a smile spreading across her cheeks at the sound of Hermia’s gentle snoring. She’s not the kind of person to fall in love with the very first pretty girl who so much as smiles at her, except she is absolutely that person.
Sunlight streams through the curtains as Hermia’s eyes start to flutter open. It’s a beautiful scene, and Max scrabbles for something suave and romantic to say to complete the moment. Unfortunately, she doesn’t get the chance to think of anything. Any words she might try to utter are suddenly ruined by the sound of the Pepper Pig theme blasting from downstairs. Max groans, internally at first and then out loud before offering Hermia a sheepish, apologetic grin as mummy pig snorts loudly. “I’m sorry, that’ll be my little sister. I’m always telling her not to turn it up so load.”
