SOMEONE GOT A GOOD PLOT? (CLOSED)

Johm pushed hair behind his ear, "Do either of you have a hairtie?"

"Bedside table." She said, staring at the piece. "Seriously, please. Anything'll help."

"I highly doubt a toy, one you bought at KidsRUz, will summon anything, but you do you." Iris laughed, well, cackled.

"Again, do you have a better idea?" She said, turning to him.

"Nope!" They shrugged, giving a usual wicked grin.

"Lil shit." She muttered. "Hey, I think it's moving!"

John came stumbling back, hair pulled back out of the way spare for a few strands. "What? Its moving?"

"Yeah. Doesn't look coherent, though." She frowned.

"Well ask a question," John replied.

"What's your name?" She stared at the board, watching it try to move to different letters

John's eyes widened with excitement. He held his breath.

She furrowed her brow as it seemed to randomly jump to different letters. "Uhhhhh… do you know your name?"

"Hey, don't judge. Maybe they're russian. Russians dont have English letters," John commented.

"Okay, but why is it just-" She flinched slightly again as it was pulled to another letter. "Jerking around? You wouldn't do that when you're spelling, even if it was different letters."

He shrugged loosely, twirling a curl of hair around a finger.

"Can you chill?" She asked the board, pulling her fingers away and rubbing them. "Geeze."

John laughed nervously, starting to get a little skeptical.

"Well, guys, gals and non-binary pals, I think it's safe to say that was a bust." She said, putting her fingers back on the thing to say goodbye.

"Well, just in case," John butted in, "I'm gonna leave an offering," he set out a piece of melted reeses on the floor from his jean pocket.

"That's a shit offering." She said, bursting into laughter. "Plus, now we gotta keep Nuncio out of the room. Can't risk the doggo eating chocolate."

"Bet you can't offer a better offering," John teased.

"I could, but I'm to lazy to stand up. Plus, this dick wad-" she pointed at Iris, "has their head on my shoulder, which is rarer than a cat willing laying in your lap."

"I thought I was dickwad," John replied with fake sadness.

"You're both my little dick wads." She said, rolling her eyes

John smiled cheekily. "Ouah,"

((Hey @"Honey and Spearmint" are you there?))

She rolled her eyes, absently playing with Iris's hair. "God, you're an idiot."

He puckered his lips indignantly.

"Don't deny it, Johnny Cakes." She laughed loudly, smirking

"Well, I'm gonna go get something to eat," he shifted up on his feet, on his skinny short legs. He was so short.