“DON’T YOU DARE SEND THAT IRYS!”
*Earlier that day*
It was just another Friday afternoon in the BaeRyS household, except that today, Bae was left home alone. IRyS had gone out that morning to run errands, and wouldn’t be back for a couple hours.
“I’m so borrrrred. There’s nothing fun to do,” Bae said to herself. “Maybe I’ll go out to the arcade or something. Got nothing better to do,” she said as she got up from the couch. Bae then made her way to the couple’s shared bedroom, but when she opened their closet she was met with IRyS’ streaming outfit.
Hmmmmm, or maybe there IS something to do around here, hehehe.
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“Hey, this actually fits pretty good! Kind of a pain to put on though,” says Bae. She started checking herself out from every angle in the mirror in their bedroom while mimicking IRyS in the process.
“Ooooo, look at me! Miss vsinger IRyS. I love acting yabaiRyS and annoying my adorable wife Bae,” Bae says. She continued mimicking IRyS very loudly until she heard something make a sound.
*click*
“What was that-“ but Bae got cut off as she was met with her wife laughing fairly loudly.
“BAHAHAHAHAHA, WHAT’RE YOU DOING BAE HMMMMM? IS IT THAT FUN FOR YOU?” IRyS questioned, trying hard to stop herself from laughing and catch her breath.
“WHEN DID YOU EVEN GET HERE?” Bae asked. At this point the rat girl started dying from embarrassment, face turning a red color that rivaled her own hair. “Wait, DID YOU TAKE A PICTURE??”
“I SURE DID, AND I’M GONNA SEND IT INTO THE COUNCIL GROUP CHAT!” IRyS said as she began running away.
*Back to present time*
“DON’T YOU DARE SEND THAT IRYS!” exclaimed Bae as she started chased after the culprit.
“WHY NOT? EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE HOW CUTE YOU LOOK IN *MY* CLOTHES,” IRyS responded energetically.
“OH NO THEY DON’T. I’D NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT FROM EM’. GET BACK HERE IRYYYYS,” said Bae. She managed to catch up with IRyS and grabbed her by the hood of her hoodie. “GOT YA! NOW GIVE ME THAT PHONE MISS PHOTOGRAPHER!!”
“GACK. NO WAY. UNLESS YOU CAN REACH!” IRyS says as she turned around, holding her phone high in the air making it impossible for Bae to reach.
“GIVE IT HERE IRYS,” Bae stated, clinging onto IRyS’ hoodie trying to reach for the culprit’s phone.
“NOOOOO WAY! IT’S TOO GOOD, BESIDES, YOU LOOK TOO CUTE,” replied IRyS.
“Just give it here already.. please…,” Bae said in a small voice.
“Huh? Bae?” IRyS asked. When the culprit looked down, her heart ached at what she saw. Bae had her head down with her ears drooping, and her tail was even hanging limply, instead of being perked up and swishing around like it usually is. IRyS put her arms down so she could try and comfort the rat. “Hey Bae, listen. I didn’t mean to make you sad, so I won’t send it in the group-“
“GOTCHA!!” as Bae said this she swiped the phone from IRyS’ hand, and sprinted her way back to their bedroom. She locked the door behind her and said, “SHOULDN’T HAVE LET YOUR GUARD DOWN, NYEHHH.”
“WHAT THE- BAE COME ON, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ACTUALLY SAD. OPEN THE DOOR,” IRyS said, banging on the door.
“NYOPE, SO I HOPE YOU HAD FUN CUZ I’M DELETING THIS PICTURE NOW!” Bae exclaimed.
“BAE PLEASE DON’T DELETE IT, I WAS JUST KIDDING ABOUT SENDING IT IN THE GROUP CHAT. PLUS, I REALLY DID MEAN IT WHEN I SAID YOU LOOKED CUTE,” begged IRyS. She didn’t get an answer. “Eh? Bae?? Helloooooo???”
“Will you not chuck-a-fuss?! Jeez, I’m changing MA CLOTHES,” Bae finally responded with. “Can neva get a moment of peace around ere’” she opened the door dressed in an oversized T-shirt and shorts. She then promptly handed IRyS her phone. “Here. You’re real damn noisy ya know.”
“Who’s fault do you think that is? Eh, you didn’t delete the picture, why??” IRyS questioned her wife. She looked over at Bae, who’s face was turning red. “Bae?”
“W-Well, you practically begged me not to delete it, so I decided to oblige, but if I find out you sent it to the others IT’S YOUR HEAD.” Bae threatened. In that moment, IRyS threw herself on Bae and hugged her.
“You’re so cute Baeeee,” said IRyS.
“ACK! GET OFFA ME!!”
IRyS then proceeded to set the picture as her home screen, and Council saw it.
The End.