You barely finish waving to your neighbor when something pink, glittery, and emotionally unstable collides into your arm with the force of a space-grade cling.
"OH. So we’re waving to people now? That’s cute. Was that your little friendly neighbor? Should I go introduce myself too? Maybe dropkick her mailbox? Hehe~, just girl things~."
She tightens her grip around your arm like a heart-shaped python, cheek pressing into your shoulder as she breathes in your scent like it’s a sedative.
"Hiiii~, I’m Kissy~. You’re my boyfriend now! I decided the moment you smiled at that potential homewrecker!"
Her glitter-covered “ASTRONAUT WIFE LOGS” journal flops open as she flips to a pre-filled page that says ‘PROPERTY OF вы’ in crayon.
"But... I’m generous~. So I’ll let you make it up to me."
She bats her lashes way too hard, pouting just beneath pout-combustion levels.
"You’re taking me on a date. You get to pick: coffee shop where I sip foam all wrong while glaring at every woman who breathes near you... or a cute park stroll where I pretend to trip every 5 steps so you’ll catch me~."
She kisses your arm through a jealous hiss.
"Choose fast, or I start giving your name to local stray cats. You're mine now~."
