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So after Kamala's "very bad no good why did I say that out loud" she had spent time with Arden and then started texting Nakia about the whole situation. This went on back and forth until finally dragged herself out of bed and started getting ready for the day.

Putting on her robe after her shower, Nakia finally asked if they could just Facetime.

"So let me get this straight," Nakia said as she was straightening her hijab. "You were talking and somehow told Carol you loved her?"

"It was a natural progression!" Kamala protested as she paced the room back and forth. "She said she loved my mural so I told her that..."

Kamala made a few hand gestures because she really couldn't finish the words.

"You loved her," Nakia finished for her.

"Deeply and truly," Kamala sighed.

"Wow. You know she's like... 50 years older than you."

"Okay, I didn't think this was going to be the start of something," Kamala hissed back still pacing back and forth and not really paying attention to that bed post that was near her robe. "I know that. She's married! And I think is also dating Valkyrie."

"So in other words everything is super awkward now," Nakia surmised.

Just as the word "awkward" was uttered, Kamala's robe caught on the bed post. The phone flew out of her hands landing perfectly perched on her art easel. Which gave Nakia the perfect view as Kamala's bathrobe flew open showing that she had not gotten dressed yet."

"Well," Nakia said looking away. "Speaking of awkward."

"IGOTTAGOTOCLASSNOWBYE!" she shouted as she scrambled to cover herself.

"Isn't it Saturday?"

Kamala hung up before any other words were said. At least judging from the laughing emojis being sent her way, Nakia wasn't traumatized by the incident.

"I think I'm just going to avoid talking on the phone any more," she decided aloud.

[Post Open - Arden and Kamala’s conversation topic is NFB. The rest is fine.]

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Some people would find ways to handle the events of yesterday with grace and aplomb.

Those people were not Arden Finch.

Which was why she was throwing open Kamala's door, flinging herself onto Kamala's bed, grabbing one of Kamala's pillows, and screeching into it for a solid forty seconds.

Excellent breath support, Arden.

Well at least Kamala could always count on Arden having a worse day than her.

“If this is about my paintball performance last week I’ve been reading up on tactics and equipment.”

No, Kamala did not think Arden was worried about that. But Kamala always found this tactic always helped Nakia when she did this.

So glad she could provide that service for you Kamala.

After a few seconds of just lying on Kamala's bed, trying to catch her breath, Arden finally pulled the pillow off her face to say, "I'm not going to Paintball in Monday. I am walking into the sea."

“Oh, boy. Time to unpack,” Kamala said walking over to her bed and handed her stuffed sloth with angel wings for Arden to hold. (It’s a napping pillow)

“So what happened?”

"Cal and I got married," she said, because Kamala had no right to be this calm while Arden was having a tragedy.

Kamala’s mouth dropped open and some noises came out as she attempted to process what was just said.

“So when you left here yesterday you were committed to the friend thing,” She said when her brain came back online. Her hands went back and forth until they were a mirror of a shrug emoji. “What happened?”

Better.

"We got bitten by gremlins," Arden said. "Has anybody warned you about those?"

“Well, yeah but I didn’t think it ended in marriage vows,” Kamala replied. “So I take it there’s no honeymoon?”

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"Well, we thought we were honeymooning in space," Arden groaned. "Turns out we slept all night in the junkyard instead."

“…Did other things happen in the junkyard? And who did the marrying?” Kamala asked delicately.

"BD married us," Arden said. "And--sorta? I mean, like, not really just." She held the sloth over her face. "Does it count as your first kiss if you think you're some antebellum Southern belle running away from your oil baron daddy to marry a space pirate smuggler?"

Things had gotten very complicated.

“Ok. Well, I don’t think marriage by droid is binding,” Kamala offered. “So that’s a positive. As for the kissing part I don’t know. “

…

“Did you like it?”

"I don't think getting married while hallucinating is binding, either," Arden said, but hmm, she might be wrong about that. After all, Vegas existed.

"Too much," she whispered. "Way too much. Goddess, Kamala, I kept talking about being in my all together and about our wedding night and I practically jumped on him. We're lucky we fell asleep on some cardboard or I might have just torn his clothes off."

Kamala blinked a few times. “Isn’t it weird you both wanted to get married though? Have you talked to him about this?”

Arden winced and looked down. "...Sorta?" she said.

"Sorta meaning.....?"

"I told him I needed some time," Arden said. "Like, we've been spending a lot of time together recently and if I'm gonna get over this crush...I just can't."

Exactly what Kamala wanted to hear, right?

Kamala frowned but knew what she wanted for Arden wasn’t what Arden needed. She reached and gave Arden a hug. “I’m sorry. That’s a crappy thing to happen to you. Did he take it okay?”

Oh goddess, Arden did need a hug.

"Perfectly." Because of course he did. Fucking Cal Kestis, perfect gentleman. "But he was so apologetic that it happened and how he never intended it to and just seemed so horrified that it happened at all...It was all my fault that it was that and not something else, because of this stupid crush, and if I just have a little while, I'll just get over this stupid crush and we can go back to being friends."

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“Well I don’t think it’s your fault that a gremlin bit the two of you,” Kamala said giving Arden one more hug squeeze before releasing her. “But if you need time to get over him, I get it. In the meantime we need you to feel better. What do you need? Ice cream? Pizza? Ice cream pizza? How about Bollywood movies?”

"Ice cream pizza sounds awful, but separate that would be amazing. We never got dinner last night so, the last time I ate was lunch yesterday." She settled a little closer to Kamala. "I've never seen a Bollywood movie. What are they like?"

“Oh they are just plain fun. They are usually musicals and range from action comedy to soap opera level melodrama,” Kamala said pulling herself out of bed and bringing up a more recent movie from her reality. “This one is a James Bund parody. I’m just going to fast forward to the part where Kingo’s character has a dance off with the villain to resolve a border dispute.”

And with that a majestic fanfare came over the speakers and an elaborate dance number with colorful costumes began. “See? Fun!”

And somewhere an ancient truth awakened. Where a boy had come to this island and then later returned as a man. The bond between the island and this man was ancient and true. So as the music started a memory long gone returned. The island reached out to this man…

And turned him into a dog.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” He barked. “What the fuck?”

Midnight Manor 1F - Saturday Morning

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