The Gambler and the Ghoul (With a Side of Ammonites)
“I don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to use something to help you balance.” Connie pinches the bridge of her nose, helping Gigi up off the ground.
“I’m not even 30, I’m not about to catch myself using a cane or something.” Gigi defends. “And you don’t pester Shelly about her untreated movement problems.”
Connie sighs. “Shelly has Tisha and Vee, both of which have medical knowledge and are the reason Shelly has any feeling in her arms at all.”
Gigi sits down on her bed, with Connie joining her. “Maybe I should talk to Vee. Or Ginger? She gave me a few pointers on how to walk more steadily this morning.”
“So, there really is a brain among all that junk!” Connie knocks on Gigi’s head with a humored expression.
Gigi moves her head away, laughing.
The two roughhouse for a few minutes, Connie subconsciously being careful to not let Gigi fall.
The pair catches their breath, laying next to each other on the floor.
“Hey Gigi?” Connie sits up, followed by Gigi.
“Yeah, Conz?”
Connie wanted to say multiple things. I’m proud of your progress. Things will only get better. I know this is hard.
But instead, she smirks humorously. “You know…you and I were the topic of a little group’s gossip today.”
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Gigi was laying on her back, toying with a Rubix cube, when her phone buzzed.
Shelly barely ever messaged Gigi. They talked in person, yes, but it was just small talk and conversations about dinosaurs. After they were freed from their twisted forms, their conversations dwindled even further.
So imagine Gigi’s surprise to receive a text from Shelly asking about an “important question.”
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SHELLY - 1:47 PM
I have an important question
GIGI - 1:49 PM
wut
SHELLY - 1:49 PM
Do your legs ever feel weird?
GIGI - 1:53 PM
wdym
SHELLY - 1:54 PM
Like paresthesia?
GIGI - 1:55 PM
can u dumb that down for me
SHELLY - 1:55 PM
Pins and needles??
GIGI - 1:57 PM
oh
yeah lol
why
SHELLY - 1:58 PM
Just curious
I have it in my arms
GIGI - 1:58 PM
twin lmao
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Minutes went by, and Gigi understood the conversation ended at that. Her phone was put back on her bedside table, and she sighs.
Gigi sits up, looking down at her legs. If she looked on the bright side, dragging herself around by her top half all the time for whoever knows how long led her to have great upper body strength.
Like the polar opposite to Shelly, who’s more dinosaur-like legs allowed her to run faster and jump higher, but couldn’t tug or squeeze with a good amount of force.
Gigi picks up her phone again and opens Connie’s contact. Extensive text conversations, longer than her texts with any other toons, open. Gigi wanted to ask Connie to come over again, out of sheer boredom, but questioned her assurance that Connie wasn’t busy.
The lights flicker throughout the building, before shutting off completely. It wasn’t uncommon that stuff like this would happen, and it wasn’t hard to fix, but it certainly made plenty of toons anxious and terrified, especially during their recovery.
A blackout.