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"Do you like your present?"
It was Shelly's birthday. It was also approximately a month after the twisted apocalypse. After ichor spilled everywhere and some toons turned into monsters they called "twisteds", the survivors had to shelter on a lower floor.
Tisha had gifted Shelly a sewing kit. There were also some fabrics, too.
"I know times have been tough with the whole ichor leak, so I wanted to find something to make you happy. I remember you used to sew."
Shelly's eyes filled with tears as she stared at her present. Tisha had thought she had done something wrong before she was suddenly engulfed into a tight hug.
"Th-thank you so much! You- you don't know how much this means to me!" Shelly said through tears.
Tisha froze for a second, surprised from the sudden hug, but quickly relaxed and returned the gesture.
Eventually, they both pulled away from the hug, so Tisha could get a good look at Shelly's face.
God, she is pretty.
Shelly was smiling, yet tears were running down her face.
Happy tears.
"I could...teach you how to sew. We could make little hats."
"I would love that!" Tisha smiled. It felt so nice spending time with Shelly, especially after recent events.
Yet she couldn't shake off a nagging feeling of foreboding.
"Wait-wait, we've gotta take a picture! Like, when we're finished making our hats. I'll go get my camera!"
Shelly ran off before Tisha could say another word.