Celine clicks to the next slide, showing another cropped screenshot of Zoey's texts. "My favorite milf. Just one chance pretty please with a cherry on top." Another click, another slide full of drunk Zoey texts. It's a miracle Celine can read what's on the screen with a straight face. "Gagging on it. Bouncing on it. The things I'd do to you if you'd let me. I know where the clit is will you let me find yours." Mira covers her mouth with her hand to muffle her laughter while Zoey crumples into her seat scandalized and Rumi glares daggers at them both. Rumi elbows Zoey and hisses at her 'That's my eomma, Zoey what the hell?!' and Zoey has nothing to say for herself.
Mira throws her head back and laughs at the rapid pop-up and disappearing of the typing bubble as Celine fumbles a response. 'Mira!!! I am NOT a dog!' 'So u don't find it hot to be called a bitch, then?' More fumbling of the typing bubble coming up and down. 'β¦only if it's you calling me that. Or Zoey, maybe. Gods I'm a freak. I shouldn't be thinking about my proteges like this. I'm old enough to be all of your mothers' 'Hey, I'm a freak too, but that's ok, we can be freaks together <3' The typing bubble doesn't show up for a few minutes, and Mira assumes she's probably too flustered to know how to respond. For someone so guarded, Celine has become so easy for her to read. Mira dares to double text before Celine can think of a response or otherwise leave her on read.
Taking this as opportunity to share out of context snippets from my fic Run Dry for the Antics (mind the tags cuz dear god this shit is messy): archiveofourown.org/works/707454... #RazzdazzNSFW #RazzWrites