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She hated lying. She loathed it. If she could murder it with her supernatural glaive she fucking would. Or a gun. Lying to the people you loved was not on her list of favourite things to do and while Zoey new the truth, Rumi was still purposefully left in the dark for all their safeties. A necessary evil until either Zoey or she could be sure their leader wouldn’t go running off to Celine.
What a fucking bitch. Celine, not Rumi. Rumi was -
Mira sighed, quickly shutting down that train of thought as she stepped off the elevator and immediately began stripping her clothes off into the wet bin. One did not ruin hard wood flooring with carelessness and foul weather.
“This fucking weather, I swear to God!"
“But I like the rain. It’s perfect for being all cosy!” Zoey chirped bounding down the steps with a towel and robe. The maknae no doubt heated them in the dryer when Mira texted she was close.
She sighed again, but expressed her gratefulness after donning the robe by ruffling the youngers hair.
“Hey!” Zoey complained swiping at her and she chuckled ducking and sidestepping out of reach as she tied up her hair so it couldn't drip on the way up the steps. She then retrieved the home-made feast from her grandmother, holding it up.
A gasp and then –
“Oh! I love you! I love you! I love you! You are forgiven! You love me! Grannie loves me!”
She chuckled allowing the youngest to steal the package with her greedy grabby hands.
Mira grinned, looking up at the familiar sound of Rumi's chuckle.
“I see you got caught in it too. Its awful out there!”
Mira scrambled to tie her robe shut. Rumi was home! Finally!
Scrambling to school her features, Mira tried to smile as Rumi descend the same stairs Zoey had but far more gracefully. She was avoiding looking at Mira as per usual but she was smiling.
Mira sighed, grabbing her wet things box and moved to go upstairs. “I’ll give you hug when I’m not half naked. Welcome back.”
Rumi blushed. “Yeah you kinda look like a –
She trailed off.
Mira sighed. “You can say it you know. Its not mean. I look like a drowned cat.”
“Yeah." Rumi ducked her head, "Inside weather only, right?”
She finally looked into Mira's eyes and the gay idiot just grinned back.
Zoey's happy food humming's snapped her out of it.
“I got –
Rumi trailed off as she followed Mira's horrified gaze, the sight of Zoey, head tilted back, noodles descending from her bare hands into her throat.
“Fucking nasty Zoey! You gremlin! Use the fucking chop sticks!”
“My hands are clean!” The maknae garbled grinning.
“I don’t give a shit. We do not defile my grandmother’s cooking with feral indecency. Take it to the kitchen, wash your hands and then come help me with something yeah, I don’t trust you not to eat it all.”
“What about Rumi!” The youngest complained.
“Rumi was raised by Celine. She couldn’t take more then her fair share even if she wanted too. You heard. She can’t even insult me without feeling bad. The day she says the f-word, is the day you might be threatened with loosing out on your share. Now hand it over.”
“You’re still safe,” Rumi agreed. “Mira’s right. I literally can’t. Celine would know.”
“Ugh, Celine can die.” Mira and Zoey grumbled together as the elder began walking up the steps.
A miserable Zoey followed, passing the food off to Rumi who blushed at her bandmate's protectiveness.
“What’s so important you have to make me wait?!?!?! I’m dying from starvation, and you know I can’t survive much longer!” Zoey instantly began to complain further.
Mira rolled her eyes and then laughed as the maknae’s stomach growled audibly.
“See! Dying!” Zoey exclaimed.
“Hands, washed! Now!” Mira commanded diverting to the laundry to deposit her wet things and the younger slunk off poutingly.
Zoey was back by her side before she entered her room.
“What’s so important! Please, can’t it wait till after. Please –
Mira jumped as a giant Blue tiger emerged out of the Honmoon.
“Derpy!” Zoey squealed quietly in excitement.
He immediately began to purr showing his happiness.
“You little sneaky shit. Susan with you or –
The six eyed raven peaked out from where it had been hiding, and Mira sighed.
“You guys have a message from my brothers or did you just want to –
Derpy opened his mouth and revealed the slobbery messenger packet.
“Fantastic. I love it when they choose to be gross. Assholes.” Mira muttered retrieving it.
Inside was a lone scrap of paper with Abby’s messily scrawled handwriting.
‘Got News Already. Be at the Bitch Bunker when you aren’t all wet a gross Halfie! Mystery is in town, says they want to meet the baby turtle. I’m so winning this bet.’
She scrunched it up and tossed it into her bin moving to her ensuite to wash her hands. Fuckhead!
They had a long-standing bet about Mystery. Abby was positive they liked girls whereas Mira, factoring in the fact they hadn’t dated anyone in two centuries of existence believed they were aro-ace like Baby. Roman had sided with Abby the little prick.
Abby had been showing Mystery, Zoey’s live streams and it seemed the shaggy haired demon wanted to meet her. Fuck!
Coming back out she retrieved a treat for both supernatural creatures from the cupboard Zoey had opened only once, closed in horror and then labelled very creatively during the night, ‘Mira’s Cupboard of Psychopathy.’
“I know you aren’t going to slit my throat in the middle of the night but that cupboard screams, ‘I killed my pets as a child.’ Mira, it’s so gross.”
“Derpy and Susan love it. And you know I could never kill a real pet.
Zoey made a face and went back to petting her supernatural friends.
“Abby needs you to join us tonight.” Mira informed her. “We’re tracking a little shit head who tried to hack your firewall this morning.”
“Ugh, again! Why don’t you just link it to me!”
“Because Celine would slaughter us both the second she sniffed something. On location only for a reason Zo.”
“But I’m comfy and –
“Abby is bringing a friend.”
“What time should I be ready?” Zoey asked and Mira rolled her eyes. Worked every time.
“I’m going to make him wait. We haven’t seen Rumi all week since she’s been with Celine. Thought we could welcome her back first.”
“Hence grandma’s food.”
“Sue me, I’m gay.” Mira huffed retrieving her phone.
“Oh, I know. You’re not subtle MirMir.”
“Fuck you!” Mira huffed opening the useless looking Junk app disguising her link to her family. She clicked on her group chat with her demon brothers they had affectionately dubbed, ‘Halfie.’
Goth Princess: You’re disgusting and I’m busy till after 10 dipshits. And maybe they just want a new friend. You both suck.
King of the Abbs: Oh common! That’s ages away and I’m perfect.
Prince Charming: Fuck! What are we supposed to do until then?
Goth Princess: Vacuum out the mess you made of my Camaro.
King of the Abbs: It’s called art!
Prince Charming: You want us to make Mystery vacuum a car?
She sent them the finger and then plugged her phone in to charge, ignoring the stream of messages they sent back in response.
“Okay, I’ll be down soon, just warming up. Go make Rumi feel wanted and no eating till I’m done!”
“Ugh, fineeeee!” Zoey sighed leaving.
“You too, off you pop. Rumi can’t be allowed to see you. Remember?”
They made sad sounds but then moved back through the Honmoon. She sighed. Why couldn’t Rumi just be a demon. She had the fucking hair! Then again, Celine would have lopped her head off if she was.
Fucky bitch hated anything and anyone different.
Mira rubbed her own neck at the unpleasant thought.