Exploring Titan

~41~

"Welcome Home, Melody!!"

Words do not even begin to describe the dumbfounded look I'm sure I had on my face.

Aside from all the necessary wires and computing to make my spaceship, y'know, run....this was basically the exact same layout!!

A small space from the front door to the bed, and a large as fuck monitor directly in front of the foot of the bed overlooking the whole space.

The massive TV screen seems to be hooked up to a PC setup. And to the left, on the far wall directly facing the room entrance, was floor-to-ceiling wardrobe cabinets.

I immediately bolted towards it.

Well, that's new. Didn't have THAT in my ship.

Slapping my hands against the first wardrobe handle, I yank it open and almost burst into tears.

"CLOTHES!!" I couldn't help but scream in abject joy. "AND THEY'RE ALL CUTE!?!"

Rows and rows of different prints, fabrics, and designs blessed my fashion starved eyes.

Being forced to rotate the same set of clothes for years back to back had killed a small part of me.

Now that part roared back to life at the heavenly sight on display before me.

"I won't even waste my breath asking, 'How!?', I know you won't give me a straight answer." I say as I proceed to open every drawer in sight.

"Aaaactually, I just kinda lowkey stalked your old streams, found the type of clothes and fashion you gravitate towards, and any time our research specialists made me clothes, I'd slipped in a style to be made that you liked till one day I had a whole closet!" Leo info dumped.

I stared at him as I pulled up a smaller drawer inconspicuously hidden to the side. I was still looking at him and didn't look down at what I pulled as I replied.

"I don't think I need to explain how lowkey creepy that sounds."

"Told you." Dion whispered under his breath in the back.

"IN MY DEFENSE," Leo desperately tries to defend himself, "It was making it BEFORE I knew she'd come here and was gonna, like, send it to her if her ship passed by, or something- THEN she landed here and....things changed??"

Even he knew that didn't make things better.

I huff out a low, endearing breath. I then lift one hand and cup the side of his smooth, silky-gooey chin, and rub the skin of his cheek with my thumb.

"I appreciate your creepiness regardless," I say endearingly.

"Don't call me creepyyyyy-" He playfully whined, reaching a hand up to hold on to the wrist of my hand that still held his cheek as I finally looked down at the drawer I'd pulled open.

It was full of underwear.

I jammed it shit shut with the quickness and close my eyes for a moment to suppress the wave of shame and embarrassment that threatened to set me on fire.

But morality be damned, some of those underwear looked hella damn cute!!!

No way on earth they fit!?

I was sooooo beyond tempted to take another peek. But I had to restrain myself cause I still had my visor glasses on, recording my VOD that I planned to upload later.

I shudder to think what chat would say at ALL the madness going on. And even more so I had to check on the video recording itself to make sure nothing had gone wrong in the last however many so hours.