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" i just wanted the nun to get home safely. "
info - kat x reader - 1st person - y/n's pov - you're close friends with kat - a scenario with kat coming home after the halloween party - platonic fluff bcuz why not? plus i barely have any kat one shots soooo - tw: alcohol usage, throwing up
for a halloween night like this, it was surprisingly quiet. maybe too quiet. was that a bad sign? i carried on with relaxing on the couch, cozied up into a fluffy pillow and blanket with a book in my lap, my fingers wrapped around its covers, with the tv turned low, softly playing some music shuffled on spotify.
looking out the window, the street lamps were pretty much the only source of light, deadpanning on the empty ground of sidewalks, its colors still reflecting dark shadows and ominous cracks within concrete. in a suburban neighborhood like this with minimalistic, almost modern-vintage looking bungalows mixed in with tall-standing penthouses, it's not uncommon to see the streets sometimes empty—maybe a car passing by or a few teenagers on a convenient store trip could be sited once in a while—but the creepy desertion and the fact that it was the infamous night of horror and costume parades—despite there being no tangible, perceptible danger lurking out in the streets—still brought out some paranoia in me.
the later the time past, the more the wind started to gently rattle at the windows, making some leaves of bushes or trees break off and rustle on the ground, making themselves visible under the street lamps, or making the branches of half-dead bushes brush up against the lowest parts of windows in the frontmost part of the house. the temperatures also slightly dipped, not being too cold but chilly enough for someone with exposed skin to feel the breeze creating goosebumps.
i continued to sit in the comfort of the couch, sulking in the warmth the blankets gave while it hugged my body, feeling the light heaviness of the book in my lap while i waited for kat to come home. i started to feel drowsy, tempted to fall asleep within the coziness i was indulging, but i strained myself, making my eyelids stay open and my ears focus in on the lyrics of the music on the tv instead of my hypnotic breathing. after a while, i decided to get up for a drink, my legs slightly aching as i stood due to sitting in one position for too long.
ironically, that's when a drunken nun showed up at the doorstep, her eyes grim and makeup slightly messed up. although surprisingly, the pigment of her lipstick still stood out and the black eyeshadow wasn't running down her cheeks—perhaps that's a good sign—nor did her under eye makeup dare smudge. she almost looked like the way she did when she was on her way to the party earlier, but now she's very obviously drunk, the smell of alcohol lingering while she tried to pass by, stumbling here and there.
i immediately went over to kat, wrapping my arm around hers, elbow locked within elbow, helping her take steps as if she was a baby learning to walk for the first time. i gently closed the door behind us and took a good look at her, pausing both of our steps. kat instinctively took off her nun costume's headpiece, revealing puffy, short hair—that's been tucked away for presumably the entirety of the party—as she panted tiredly.
