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Another round of lazy polytrix cuddles for the New Year cuz I started these like a month ago and I'm tired of tweaking them so here take these three dorks with separation anxiety away from me, they’ve been squatting on my hard drive long enough
Also some more suggestive ones under the cut ;P
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unnie.xlsx
[kpdh, rumira, i screamed at @princington over a vision, and then they made art, and then i crashed out & made words, now here we are, thank you prince full credit to them for the amazing art!]
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Mira, flustered and defeated by the evils of a complicated spreadsheet, chews on her lip and stands by Rumi's cracked doorway.
She'd hardly call herself shy—but Rumi looks busy, wearing a pair of gardening gloves and an old tank top, her hair up in a loose ponytail. She's moving her plants all over the place again: rotating which ones go out to the balcony and which ones stay indoors, and all the while she looks happy and so, so pretty.
But the spreadsheets. Mira awkwardly leans against the doorway, rubbing at her arm before softly calling:
"Unnie?"
Rumi turns mid-step, a houseplant nestled in her arms. "Yes?"
She feels silly but she powers through.
"Can I—" Actually, nevermind. "Sorry, you were in the middle of something—"
But then the plant's already on the floor, and Rumi's gloves have been peeled off, and Rumi honest to god teleports right in front of her—smiling fondly as she insists: "No, no. I'm here, whatever you need."
Mira wants to laugh, but instead she smiles all soft and tender and red in the cheeks because just like that, everything's better already.
'Whatever you need.'
What a feeling. What wonderful ache it is that blooms around her chest—like her flowers out in the balcony—knowing that Rumi means every bit of it and more.
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gtc polytrix sweeties!!!
hooray for #NewArc and #healing and everything good and sweeties
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(Zoey's family Reunion part 2)
(one hour later)
Mira: (puff puff passin with Zoey's cousins, joins them in a crawfish eating contest, wins, while drinking something that is definitely waaaay more alcoholic than it tastes out of a 64 ounce loves travel mug.)
Rumi: (due to shenanigans and misunderstandings was given one of Tío Miguel's special brownies, now watching Telenovelas w/ Abuelita who's too stoned to realize she is speaking Spanish to Rumi who is too stoned to realize abuelita isn't speaking english. They both end up crying and yelling at the TV. )
Zoey: (three daiquiris and 4 shots of moonshine deep wearing a beer drinking hat absolutely crushing it with her cousins to Wobble by V.I.C.)
