november yumary otp prompt challenge!

day seventy-three: bananas stutter about miscommunication with movie "run bath"

"I hope you slip," Mary grumbled into her thick scarf.

"Mar, it's not that serious," Yumeko couldn't contain her carefree smile as they walked to the movie theater.

"Yes it-" the impact on Yumeko's shoulder registered before she realized the gravity of the situation.

She looked back at the sudden hand gripping her shoulder and Mary leaned over, a blush twisted her lips.

Yumeko assumed that it was a combination of the cold and the fact that she just ate her words and (almost) shit.

"Did you almost fall?" Yumeko snickered.

"I didn't fall!" Mary dragged her hand off of Yumeko's puffy coat and stomped ahead of her.

"Over a movie?"

As Mary pivoted back to respond, her foot slipped on a patch of ice, and she slipped right onto her ass.

Yumeko fell into a limbo where she wanted to laugh very hard and be concerned very hard. "Aww," Yumeko cooed as she walked forward. "I told you to be careful!"

"And I told you that I hate front row seats," Mary ignored the extended hand toward her and attempted to pick herself up. She only ended up cursing at how cold the ice was and reaching for Yumeko anyway.

"Who said we were getting front row seats?" Yumeko cupped Mary's hands, so cold they stung, and placed them under her chin with her scarf.

"You did," Mary softened at the sweet touch. "Lmao."

"Our tickets are like in the very back row," Yumeko said, gentle confusion furrowing her brows.

"No, because when I asked you about it, you said it will be fine sitting in the front."

"I said it would be fine sitting in the front."

"And why would you answer like that when I ask you where we're sitting?"

"Because I know how much you hate sitting in the front."

"Y-Yumeko," Mary exasperated. Her stuttered speech was followed by the chattering of teeth. "You make no sense."

"You've known that since high school," she kissed her nose, lips shocked by the concerning lack of heat. "Now let's get inside before you freeze to death."

Just as they linked hands and walked toward the theater, crowds of people flooded out of the door. The streetlight above them flickered. As they approached the people heading to their cars, they overhear "damn power went out."

The two looked at each other and sighed, even their visible breath was annoyed.

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"I apologize for my insincerity early today," Yumeko cupped Mary's chin. "Are you hurt?"

Mary's frown hadn't left her face since they drove home from the movie theater. Apparently, many theaters shut down due to the power cutting out. It truly was just that cold.

"I'm fine," she huffed. The steam of the hot tub flushed her cheeks.

"I wanna make it up to you though," Yumeko tucked a stray piece of hair behind Mary's hair. "Do you want a treat? Like fruity pancakes?"

"Nice phrasing," Mary deadpanned.

"I could put like all the fruits of the rainbow on there," Yumeko winked.

"Except bananas," Mary fiddled with the strap of her top. "I hate bananas."

"Name a better yellow fruit then."

"You don't have to make fruit pancakes," she insisted. "You don't have to do anything. You let me in you're hot tub for fuck's sake."

Yumeko sighed as she leaned her head into Mary's shoulder. "Does your ass hurt?"

"Yes."

"Is it bruised?"

"I don't know."

"Would you like me-"

"No."

Yumeko giggled. She almost felt like she was being boiled in a pot of stew. The water was very relaxing, too relaxing. Like a witch was trying to boil them both into a stew. That's a bit morbid.

"Do you think we'd make a good stew?" Yumeko decided to share the morbidity with Mary.

"Neither of us can cook."

"No, like in the stew."

Mary was silent for a second. "Are you trying to tell me you're a cannibal?"

"No, but what if a witch was trying to cook us in the this hot tub?"

"Do you know how insane you sound?"

"This is a completely serious question! What if we don't taste good, so our sacrifice would go to waste?"

"Is this what you think of when you sit in your hot tub?"

"No, but I get incredible ideas when I take baths."

Mary scoffed, "Sure. This must be in your highlights."

"No, I usually think of you, so that would be the highlight," Yumeko said innocently.

"Geez," Mary looked to the side in embarrassment.

Yumeko was quick to clarify, "Not like that. I was also clothed so get your mind out of the gutter."

"Yea, whatever," Mary pulled her knees to her chest.

Yumeko took a look at the blurred city line. The lights in the skyscrapers blended with the stars in the sky, way fewer due to the power outage. It must be really hot if it was fogging up the windows.

"We're gonna catch that movie tomorrow," Yumeko affirmed.

"That's how you can make it up to me," Mary said.

"Of course."