Glow-In-The-Dark
“Are you… sure your hand is fine?”
Brooke repressed a huff. Maybe annoying would be the best word for Kate Marsh.
(Of course, she knew it was just that annoying empathy. It always had to bother her.)
“Yes, Marsh, I’m sure.” She said carefully, curling her fingers just the littlest bit.
(It wasn’t. She was almost completely sure that letting someone else take a look at it would help.
But she wasn’t going to do that, oh no. Don’t be ridiculous.)
Now, where were those-
...Oh.
Oh, duh. Why hadn’t that occurred to her far earlier?
Brooke whipped around, lunging for her windowsill - upon which sat a single, dark blue box filled with thin, rattling objects.
“Of course it’s here.” She said, straightening. “Of course. It was foolish of me not to check earlier.”
She held the box out to Kate Marsh.
...Who stared at it.
Like an idiot.
“...Take it, you absolute fucking ham sandwich.” Brooke said, with a delicate lack of bite in her voice. Kate started and grabbed the box - and then paused.
“...Ham sandwich?”
“What is with your obsession with repeating things I say?” Brooke said - mostly to herself, honestly. She doubted Kate would stop anytime soon. “Yes, Marsh. Ham sandwich.”
With that, she left her dorm, and started off towards Kate Marsh’s again. The moment she was out of the doorway, and outside Kate Marsh’s sight, she held up her hand, and cradled it carefully.
Her fingers were turning light purple.
That was probably a bad sign.
“Wait, you can’t just - what?” Kate Marsh called, stepping out into the hall - Brooke let the hand fall again, and instead focused on walking briskly to Kate Marsh’s dorm.
“What is it this time?” Brooke said, sending Kate Marsh a single glance when the girl in question came up next to her, a little out of breath.
She clearly didn’t work out. Brooke might have to suggest it to her. Actually, she was due for a little exercise in just a bit here. She’d have to re-schedule.
Maybe.
“Wha - you gave me star stickers.” Kate Marsh said, holding up the box with the star stickers in question.
Brooke rolled her eyes.
“Glow-in-the-dark ones, yes - you forgot the most important part.” She said - while Kate Marsh spluttered.
“...Why?”
Brooke blinked.
“Why what?”
Kate Marsh seemed to actually take a second to reboot. Brooke let her.
“Why… okay, it’s fine - why did you need star stickers?”
“Glow-in-the-da-”
“Glow-in-the-dark star stickers.” Kate Marsh said, cutting her off - rather rudely, if you asked Brooke.
Brooke let her get away with it, though.
She blinked, a little confused. It seemed obvious to her.
Well, whatever. She could explain - they had about three seconds until they made it to Kate Marsh’s apartment.
“To put them on your ceiling. Obviously.”
Kate Marsh didn’t respond for a moment, as they entered her apartment.
“...What about that is obvious?” She said, finally.
“Well, it seemed fairly apparent to me. The glow-in-the-dark star stickers only really have on purpose.” Brooke said, quite rightly.
Kate Marsh stared at her like she was an alien.
...It was better then spluttering, she supposed.
“Open the box. Split the stars in half - we’ll start putting them up. You get to choose where to put the moon - because I am nothing if not a generous host.” Brooke said, drawing herself up a little and considering the ceiling.
“Wha - I’m hosting you!”
“Semantics.” Brooke said.
Kate Marsh burrowed her head in her hands. Brooke furrowed her brow a little.
Odd.
“...Okay. Okay. I can… whatever, sure, why not. Let’s put up some star stickers.” Kate Marsh said, her voice gradually levelling out.
“Glow-in-th-”
“Glow-in-the-dark star stickers.” Kate Marsh said - though, this time, it sounded remarkably like she was correcting herself.
Brooke, very carefully, didn’t smile.