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The Magpie Emporium, Monday [8/7]

Vi...hadn't actually noticed anything happening over the weekend because that would've required actually leaving Steph's place at some point, which had not been happening last week. Like at all. Besdies, she'd made it in for her shift, what more could anyone ask for?

And, no, Vi would not be listening to anyone who tried to explain that work-life balance didn't actually work like that.

Especially not Saffron who at this point was the most neglected cat in the multiverse and willing to let everyone know it.

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Saffron was also not shy about making it clear that she blamed Steph for her neglect. Or... basically every other thing she considered one of her woes, really.

Steph came in after her workshop and after having listened to the radio, bearing sandwiches and a gallon of lemonade and a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Saffron forgiven you yet?"

Probably not.

"I think she's still at the point where the only thing that will make it better is snuggles, but she's not willing to come over for them yet," Vi said, with all seriousness the matter deserved. (So not much.) "How was your class?"

(Not much? How could you betray her like this, Snuggle Human?)

"Pretty cool. Got to drive a human-sized version of Little Bot's pirate ship costume and got my ass kicked every time," Steph said with the kind of sulky nonchalance that could only come from losing at racing games a lot. She came over to give Vi a kiss on the cheek and set down the jug of lemonade, because that thing was getting heavy. "Okay day so far here?"

(No doubt it was Food Human's doing.)

Vi reached out to pull Steph in closer. "Aw, that sucks," she said with marginally more sympathy than Saffron was getting. "It's been pretty quiet so far."

(Wasn't it always?)

"The worst. My ego will never recover." Steph leaned into her, slinging an arm around her waist. "So apparently we missed out on more weird shit over the weekend."

Not that she sounded sorry about it.

(What was Saffron supposed to do about her?)

"Did we?" Vi slung her arm around Steph's shoulders. "Mustn't have been very important then."

(What could be done that wouldn't jeopardize her food supply? Such a dilemma.)

"I mean, nobody was having battles in the street or anything, so..." Steph shrugged, as much as she could while leaning against Vi anyway. "Not the really bad kind of weird. Something about people being different versions of themselves again. Like, from the future."

Again, not sorry she'd missed it.

"Well, okay, maybe 'not the bad kind' is an assumption."

(Maybe she could stop blaming Food Human for all her woes? No, that clearly wouldn't work.)

Was Vi going to let herself consider any implications of that whatsoever? Nope.

She leaned in to kiss Steph's temple. "Only version of you I care about is the one right in front of me."

(That made no sense whatsoever!)

Steph closed her eyes and grinned for a moment. "What, like the version of me who's a big famous rock star wouldn't even be a little bit interesting to you?"

Guess who else was stubbornly refusing to consider those implications, because that way led to endless spiraling about what-ifs and ways things might have gone differently~~, MAX~~?

(The mere idea was ludicrous!)

The power of their combined refusal was strong. "I'm sure she's happy with her super hot roadie."

(Besides, Food Human was clearly responsible for her woes. Even some she didn't know she had yet.)

"The hottest," Steph agreed, laughing softly. "Especially if she sweeps other me off her literal feet every time someone throws their bra on stage. If she isn't happy with that, she's clearly an inferior version."

(It was all a conspiracy against Saffron.)

"Exactly," Vi said, nudging her nose against Steph's. "So why would I need to worry about her when I've got you?"

(Food Human's machinations were many and intricate. Not that Saffron would compliment her by saying so.)

"And I am totally fine with being had by you," Steph assured her, pulling her a little closer. "Take that however you will."

She knew you, Vi.

(She might get ideas if Saffron did that.)

Vi grinned and leaned in to kiss her properly. "Oh, I intend to take you every way I can."

(And her ego would be insufferable. More insufferable than it already was in Saffron's estimation.)

"Haven't you done that enough already the last few days?" Steph asked, laughing against her lips as she wrapped an arm around her neck.

Yes, she knew the answer to that was 'no,' but what fun was it if she didn't ask?

(How was Saffron supposed to keep her humans in line when they were like this?)

No fun at all! "Are you suggesting I might ever get enough of you?"

(Especially since now Food Human was cutting into her highly deserved makeup cuddle time!)

"Just that you might need a break every now and then," Steph replied, nudging her nose against Vi's.

(Saffron couldn't go on under these conditions!)

Vi snorted. "Sounds fake."

(And did they care? No.)

"Oh right, my mistake." Steph stretched up to try and kiss Vi on the tip of her nose. "My girlfriend has the stamina of a god, basically."

(Woe.)

Vi grinned, wrinkling her nose at Steph. "I just have a lot of energy."

(Wouldn't somebody think of the Saffron?)

"Believe me, I've noticed." Steph aimed an affectionate poke at her midsection. "And I'm not complaining about it either but damn, let a girl sleep every now and then."

(Anyone? Anyone at all? Not you, Little Bot.)

Vi pretended to fold over from the force of the poke. "Didn't realise you were having trouble keeping up."

(Good thing that wouldn't stop Little Bot from dutifully filling her dish when it was empty, but it just didn't taste the same.

"I can keep up," Steph retorted, and kissed the top of her head while she was pretending to succumb to that oh-so-powerful poke. "Just don't want to give you a subpar experience because I needed a power nap."

(It was just better when Food Human fed her.)

"You can always let me know when you need a nap," Vi said, then added. "And to rest those noodle arms."

(...not because she liked it or anything, though. It was just reassuring to know that Food Human was doing her job. Yep.)

Steph sighed very loudly, smiling, and snapped her teeth just beside Vi's ear.

"You are very considerate of my needs, that's true."

(Don't at her.)

That earned Steph a visible shiver and Vi needing a second for her comeback. "Gotta take care of my girl."

(She would just ignore all your communications anyway.)

Steph chuckled, low and a little bit smug. "Nobody else I'd rather have take care of me, babe."

(If she wanted your opinions, she'd give them to you.)

Vi licked her lips. "Glad to hear it."

(And she had too much very important sleeping to do to fit that into her schedule, so deal.)

"I try to take care of my girl too," Steph added, and leaned in to kiss the skin behind Vi's ear.

(Far away from Saffron, preferably.)

Vi shivered again, leaning in against Steph. "You're pretty great at that."

(Saffron didn't need to know about your problems, okay?)

"I do my best." Steph trailed kisses slowly down the side of her neck before burying her face at the crook of it, just breathing in her scent. "You deserve it so fucking much."

(She had more than enough her own.)

Vi wrapped her arms around Steph in a tight hug. "So do you."

(And most of them were Food Human.)

"We may both be a little biased." Steph curled into the hug, both hands settling at Vi's waist before she fully wrapped her arms around her. "But that's okay. Love you."

(All she wanted was unlimited salmon and uninterrupted snuggles, but apparently that was too much to ask.)

"Love you too," Vi replied softly, before archly adding. "And I'm not biased at all. I have the best judgement."

(You'd think that wouldn't be so difficult, but how was she to get either of those things when Food Human insisted on taking up so much of Snuggle Human's attention? Which was, of course, all Food Human's fault.)

"You're so attractive when you're being modest," Steph said wryly. "And what if I wanted you to be biased in my favor?"

(Saffron was a saint for putting up with her.)

"In that case I will throw down on your behalf no matter what," Vi promised, because obviously no situation would ever crop up where that might actually be a hard choice. Obviously.

(Where was her candle? Where was her shrine? There should be a shrine for her in this store right now.)

Steph laughed and put a hand to her forehead, pretending to swoon. "My very own hero. Can you blame me for wanting to be your favorite?"

(The cat bed didn't count, not matter how much her humans decorated it.)

Vi grinned at her. "You're definitely my favourite girlfriend."

(No, there needed to be pictures of her and candles and possibly an offering or ten.)

"And RIP to all those other girls pining after you," Steph replied, disengaging one arm just enough to one-handedly fumble the jug of lemonade open and pour them a couple of cupfuls. "Because you're my girl and I'm not giving you up."

(Salmon, obviously, and toys.)

"I wouldn't let you if you tried," Vi said, reaching for a cup and offering it to Steph.

(A plaque of her name in shiny sequins would be nice too, just saying.)

"As if I'd try," Steph scoffed, but she took the cup and raised it to Vi in a toast anyway. "So here's to being stuck with me. Deal."

(People had to know who they were worshipping, after all.)

"Exactly, it's a deal," Vi agreed, beaming.

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