Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
"You are such a greedy fucking pig." She grasps at Mo's tummy, putting her thumb in the bellybutton and the rest of her fingers underneath and giving it a good jiggle.
"You are a handsy lil figgy pudding." Pinch. "Careful, sometimes I have been known to turn my navel into storage space and not everything I've kept in it has been nice to poke."
"I suppose I'll keep that in mind." She cuddles up close, straining her willpower to avoid grinding her crotch against Mo's thigh in public.
Pat pat.
Passersby swing by for seconds of the tuna. Monoceros makes a couple arrangements to deliver more of it in exchange for various considerations. Somebody asks her if Katie is on drugs and she says "no, I'm just very lucky".
She sits still obediently. God she hopes it looks pretty. Mo is making her so fucking pretty she's gonna be the prettiest girl on earth this is the best thing ever.
She's good at elaborate braids, which is odd because her own hair is pretty short. She ties it off with a spare bit of lace she liberates from her own outfit. "Pearly princess, that's what you are."
"You're feeding me so much and getting me fancy clothes and doing my hair all nice and you're gonna make me SO FUCKING PRETTY and I love you for it."
Unfortunately, having her hair tangled up, even in a neat organized way, gives her mad sensory issues. She slips off from the booth and undoes it, wandering around a bit longer to maintain plausible deniability that they just came apart on their own.