Walks away slowly

Continuing to devour bunny children you saw Emiko start cooking another plate. With the hamster in your head on vacation you struggled to fathom who the plate could be for, right up to the point when she walked into the kitchen.

Gabby.

Idiot.

Letting out a grizzly-sized yawn she stretched her arms out above her head. Her black Babymetal hoodie riding up exposing a pale tummy and belly button piercing.

Hnng.

Padding over to Emiko she gave the girl a tiny hip bump. No longer focused on cooking, the pair burst into conversation in some strange dialect you couldn’t quite make out.

Japanese! It’s Japanese you fucking moron!

“Gabby knows Japanese?”

“She spent a semester in Japan teaching English.”

Taylor replied nonchalantly whilst stealing a baby bunny.

You who had unknowingly summoned a demon were shocked as Gabby shot daggers at you. Facing you her split dyed blonde and brown hair stood on end, the electricity stemming from her rage palpable in the air.

You were reminded of Brie when the furious Gabby raised her hands and Palpatine’d you.

“It’s Gabriella to you!”

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Laying on the ground, defeated you watched as Gabriella finished her conversation with Emiko.

Is this the end for the Jedi?

Perhaps?

Master Luke I have failed you.

But suddenly you felt your strength return witnessing Gabriella bend over to grab the cranberry juice from the bottom shelf of the fridge.

Hehe butt.

“These are your final steps Rey. Rise and take them.”

“In the heart of a Jedi lies their strength”

“Rise, Rise, Rise”

“Rey, the **** will be with you. Always.”

“Uh…cool thanks guys but my name’s Joseph.”

Please no more Star Wars references.

---

Continuing to watch Gabriella in the same glorious booty shorts from last night you jumped as a pair of fingers squeezed your side.

Turning to Janae she gave you a friendly smile before finishing her tea.

Wet blanket.

“Alright I’m headed out, got to get to the school before my 7am class. Thank you for breakfast Emiko and roo-roo don’t be late for your first class okay?”

Emiko nodded and you groaned.

“Yeah, yeah I got it.”

Picking up her plate and depositing it in the sink Janae scurried off.

Seemingly oblivious to the prior **** Emiko placed Gabriella’s plate right next to you. With your hamster back from vacation, you tried to vacate the table before bad stuff. But failed miserably as Taylor and Emiko locked you and Gabriella in next to each other.

“Captain I wish to report a mutiny.”

Awkwardly you sat there attempting to avoid any further wrath.

But eventually decided fuck it we need more interesting stuff to happen.

“Gabb-Gabriella I apologize about last night. I didn’t know. I hope we can more pass it and be friends.”

You then held out a hand hoping she’d take the olive branch.

Mature. Succinct. And level-headed.

Who are you?

---

While you waited for Gabriella’s next move, your attention shifted to all of the stabby implements easily within her grasp. There was her fork, her knife, your fork, your knife, Emiko’s fork, Emiko’s knife, Taylor’s fork and Taylor’s kni…oh wait that one’s already in your back.

“Thank you. I appreciate the apology and although I don’t apologize for my out-burst I do apologize for stealing your bed.”

Realizing the handshake was a pipe-dream you settled for the apology and lowered your hand.

Meh. It was something.

This ceasefire was thankfully enough to ease tensions at the table allowing you and Taylor and Emiko and Gabriella to converse freely.

With all of Emiko’s wonderfully lavish food wolfed down

Seriously is it too early to be debating marriage?

You took everyone’s plates and brought them to the dishwasher.

What a gentleman.

Hopefully they’ll let me do the laundry next.

Ayyy there’s our lovable pervert.

---

Taylor and Gabriella returned to their respective rooms with a cheetah’s haste as you began loading the dishes in.

“Joseph! Let me handle this. You need to get ready for school!”

I thought Janae left.

Har har.

“It’s fine Emiko, I still have plenty of time.”

“No! Janae said you must not be late! I will not be responsible for your failure!”

Before you could comprehend what transpired you found yourself at the bathroom door with a bath towel, tooth-brush and shower-cap in your arms.

“What the fuck.”

Well I guess you’re taking a shower.

Thankfully your bath time was pleasantly hi-jinxes free.

Wait no walking in on someone bathing?

Nope.

No having your towel fall to the floor revealing your Kong-sized dong?

Nope.

No Gabriella claiming your shower as hers via a bikini water-balloon fight?

Nop…maybe later. But for now nope.

Well that’s boring I want my money back!

Nope.

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Vacating the bathroom you gathered up your school supplies, clothes and finished your morning routine with literal hours to spare. Although you still didn’t know your schedule

Ahem, I told you to check your school email like seven chapters and two sex scenes ago.

You did remember you forbid yourself from taking any classes before ten.

Sitting down, you stared blankly at the wall not sure how to spend your remaining time.

Staring.

Blankly.

At.

The.

Wall.

Staring.

Blankly.

At.

The.

Wall.

Oh look its Eva’s business card.

Thank god I was getting bored just writing that.

Picking up the crumpled card, you recalled your meeting for this afternoon.

“You know what fuck it.”

You’d head there now. Flip the tables on that witch.

Except you didn’t say witch.

Who knows maybe with some luck you’d catch her off-guard.

Grabbing your things you headed upstairs.

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“Emiko, I’m leaving” You called out waiting for a reply.

Nothing.

Time to investigate.

Walking towards the kitchen you heard the familiar voices of Emiko and Gabriella.

But damn it you could barely hear them over the dishwasher.