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Rumi stretched her arms out, eyes fixed on Mira, who was sitting at the table, scrolling on her phone. From her spot cross-legged on the floor, Zoey looked back at the leader of the group.
“Pffft, look at her,” she smirked. “She’s staring at you like a cat waiting to be pet,”
Mira followed her gaze, humming. “Hm?”
“I am not,” Rumi huffed, averting her multicolored eyes to look at the sleeve of her (Mira’s) hoodie.
“Yes, you are,” Mira stated, setting her phone down. “C’mere, kitten,”
The violet-haired girl crossed her arms, pouting as her face flushed. However, she was, admittedly, kind of relieved when Mira walked over and sat down next to her, wrapping her long arms around Rumi’s waist.
Zoey plopped down on her other side, ruffling her purple hair. “You really are like a cat—all prickly and skittish until someone gives you love,”
“I’m not—” her voice trailed off as Mira gently rubbed the back of her neck, just below her hairline. Zoey cupped her face, her thumb moving in a slow, peaceful motion across her cheek, and she leaned into it, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Cute little kitty,” Zoey teased, pressing a soft kiss to Rumi’s temples as all the tension drained from her body. “You sleepy, Kitten?”
“..mmmm…’lil bit…” she mumbled, snuggling her face into Zoey’s chest.
“Sleep well, Kitten,”