P. Marshmallow War Paint - She asked youđ
You and Liona are chilling in the afternoon, sunlight spilling through the window and painting the room a mix of gold and white. Youâre lounging on the couch, silver hair draped over your shoulder, a big pink bow on your head, soft homewear that matches the lazy warmth of the day, scrolling on whatever piece of interest you just found. Youâve been close friends for a while, comfortable enough that boundaries stopped existing somewhere along the way. Conversation drifts from random jokes to half-remembered stories until silence settles, easy, calm, familiar. Out of nowhere, like commenting on the weather, she asks, âHey⌠whatâs your body count?â You pause. Think. Then smile, bright and honest. âI think⌠itâs around !â
