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slothbabyproductions) wrote2024-05-18 11:01 am
slothbabyproductions) wrote2024-05-18 11:01 am
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Midnight Manor 1F - Saturday Morning
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.]
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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And turned him into a dog.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” He barked. “What the fuck?”