@nyxboyz : Violette
@Shrekinator3 : Paris
@//myself : Symphony
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The clouds had been rolling in since earlier that day. Violette, Paris, and Symphony had gathered at Symphony's house to hang out and talk calmly around lunchtime, just before the sprinkling rain began.
"Hey, Symph!"
"Eh?"
"I think the rain's getting a bit harsher..."
"Violette is right. I don't wanna drive home in this weather," Paris said, a bit worried.
"I guess you guys could wait it out here at my house until the storm clears," Symphony kindly offered.
"What if it takes all night?" Violette pointed out.
"SLEEPOVER!!" Paris screamed as she jumped up to the others, wrapping her arms around each from behind and pulling them into an awkwardly placed hug.
"Uh... Paris, we didn't bring pajamas... and none of us wear the same size clothing. Not even close to the same size," Violette said.
"Well, you guys are in comfy clothes, right? You could just... sleep in... that, I guess," Symphony suddenly felt obliged to own extra clothes in her friends' sizes.
Paris looked down at her sweatshirt and jeans before tilting her head. "I don't think jeans are very comfy..."
"Well, I have shorts that will fit you. I just don't have pants or shirts. I happen to own some that are a bit too small for me so they should fit you perfectly."
"They'd probably be too short for me, then," Violette said.
"Actually, you don't have as much of a butt as I do so I'm sure they'd fit you fine," Symphony giggled at her own response as it had suddenly come out of her mouth without a second thought. Violette lightly punched her while Paris let out an amused "pfft" from the other side.
Symphony walked out of the open room into a hallway leading to her room to fetch the said clothing items.
"So, how long do you think we'll be stuck here?" Paris asked.
"Knowing Symph's road, at least until tomorrow. She live's in a lovely spot near the wood... but her street can sometimes turn into a bit of a river."
"Oh gosh. I just realized we don't have toothbrushes, either!" Paris sounded more shocked than she expected herself to, but she went along with the enthusiasm, keeping the inflection a part of her.
"Calm down. Symph always has extra since she doesn't like going to the store often for new ones."
"She just really hates being in public, doesn't she?"
"Yup. But... I mean... Her home is beautifully hidden away. And these knit blankets?" Violette walked over to the couch to pick one up before holding it up to her face and rubbing it against herself. "Soft as hell. She got them from a shop online. I'm surprised they deliver all the way out here!"
"I WAS JUST GONNA SAY THAT THOUGH-" Paris was cut off just as she finished her sentence when she heard a slight throat-clearing noise from the hallway entrance. She and Violette looked over toward the origin of the sound to find Symph giggling at them, holding a few blankets, toothbrushed, and two pairs of shorts in her arms.
"So... I hear my blankets are soft?" The others turned a slight bit red at her comment for no reason other than embarrassment. Why would they be embarrassed about liking these blankets? Well... they told her not to buy them because they would be "scratchy" if she were to just trust whatever place they came from even when she couldn't feel them before purchase. "I overheard the toothbrush comments, so I took some new ones out of the drawers. Be happy I have so many."
