...paranoid. When she walked in at Mojo's side, all eyes fell on them. She couldn't bite back the feeling that they knew, that they could smell the salt and musk shared between her and the simian only half an hour ago, that they knew her slightly mussed hairdo was unintentional.
She was quiet even when spoken to, afraid evidence would leak through. She kept a close ear on Mojo's conversations, sure that he would explain why they were late.
The same anxiety plagued her in the night. She was still wearing the dress from the party, not wanting to take the chance of Mojo finding her naked again. An hour passed and she couldn't take just lying there, waiting for sleep or worse. She zipped out of the observatory and headed to her previous home. Her mind blanked during the trip and she was surprised to be staring through her sister's bedroom window already.
She hadn't spoken to her sisters in years, not counting the quips in battle. She was unwillingly pit against them but she had visited them from time to time, indirectly, watching them sleep for hours when she couldn't.
She raised a brow curiously, seeing movement beneath the covers. Bubbles wiggled out of the covers, her naked body flushed. One of her pigtails was undone, the hair tie lying on the corner of the bed along w...