i've been you, i know you (II)
“You’re eating my lunch AGAIN?!?”
“Don’t leave it at the front of the fridge if you don’t want me touching it, fatty.” Loona skewered tuna and avocado with her fork and munched pointedly. It was always satisfying to make Moxxie turn beet red and splutter, especially after the number of times he’d talked down to her in that ‘hellhounds are pets’ way.
This time, though, the imp seemed to have come prepared. “Well, maybe you should worry about your own weight for a change!” He retorted, and he sounded so pleased with himself. “The way you eat, it’s going to go straight to your hips.”
“That’s the plan, dumbass.”
Moxxie blinked. “Erm. I. Huh?”
Loona glared back at him. “What? I wasn’t born with curves, so I gotta work for them, alright? She returned to her meal with a mumble. "Not like you and your thick thighs.”
Silence.
The lack of a response irked her. Normally Moxxie could be counted on to stammer and bluster amusingly. Shutting up felt… threatening, almost.
She glanced back up to see his expression rapidly alternating between offence and epiphany.
“I see,” he said, picking his words carefully. “I apologise, Loona -
She huffed approvingly and scooped up another forkful of salad.
“– but I would like to ask for one in return. I’ve had enough harassment and misgendering for my figure as it is.”
Loona froze, fork halfway to her mouth, the retort for the audacity of him to ask her for an apology dying away on her lips. “You’re-?
Moxxie nodded.
“As well?”
Another nod. Loona paused, set her fork back down; and mulled over what she should say. “Sorry, dude.”
“Apology accepted.” The imp’s mouth twitched upwards. He made to leave the break room - but thought better of it, turned, and pointed at Loona’s lunch. “You’ll want more protein in your diet than that, and leg exercises - Millie knows a lot of those. But please, please, in return, stop taking my lunch.”
“No promises.” Loona replied. “But I’ll do my best.”
Moxxie’s answering growl was more forgiving than it usually was.