sherbet - a stosuh fanfiction

Braid

2k? r u guys kidding me??

thank you uwu ✨💕💕

Stephen had finally gotten out of the shower, his clothes slightly wrinkly and his purple-pink hair damp.

"Finally," I grumble, rushing to the door.

As Stephen passed by me, I stick my foot out. The idiot trips over my leg, letting out a startled squeak as he collapses to the floor.

I stiffle my laughter behind my hand as Stephen's muffled shouts are directed at me.

"I hate you!" He complained, pointing an accusing finger at me as I walk into the bathroom. "So much!"

"Keep telling yourself that," I snickered as I close the bathroom door behind me.

It's oddly silent afterwards.

Has Stephen already gotten in his room?

Must've.

Although he was still flat on the floor when I closed the door. He'd literally be Sonic if that was it.

I mentally shrug, putting down my clothes and towel.

Where'd I put my shampoo and all those soaps again?

Were they still in my backpack?

Looking around, I caught sight of them on the shower shelf already.

Right.

I had put them there two days ago, must have already forgotten.

Whatever, at least they're there.

Time to shower.

"I feel bad for you, Hos," Stephen says with a fake tone of sympathy, laying upside down on his bed.

"And why?" I question, my back pressed against the foot of the bed frame.

Stephen's head is hanging off the edge of the same side of the bed that I'm against, and his head is turned so he's staring at me upside down.

Since the bed is kinda low, his hair is almost touching the floor.

"Your hair's still wet," he responds, staring at my silver locks. "It's been, like, 20 minutes already."

I shift under his gaze as he reaches out his hand to touch my hair.

"Yeah, well, it's much longer than that pink mess on your head," I respond stiffly, smacking his hand away. "Of course it's still wet."

"My hair's purple, idiot!" He counters.

I shrug as I get back to drawing on my tablet. "I'd say at least magenta."

Stephen wrinkles his nose. "Magenta is still too pink. No way."

"Lilac?" I suggest.

Stephen's frown weakens. "Uh... I guess."

After a brief pause, he looks down at my drawing tablet. "Watcha drawing?"

I stare down at my lap, shifting my eyes from Stephen to to the tablet. "I don't know," I bit my cheek. "Doodles. Random stuff."

Stephen squints at the picture. "Why so many ferrets?"

I shrug. "I like them."

Stephen nodded, watching as I drew the tail on a ferret. "I thought you didn't like drawing cute stuff."