The scent of the tea was already enough to relax the diva and settle her stomach. "You're an angel." Patterns be damned, that girl was wonderful.

She accepted the cup and took a warm sip. "I didn't think I was going so hard, but between training and songwriting, I guess I was kicking my own ass."

Poor Thea caught a bug going around. She doesn't handle getting sick well...

"Bleh. I swear I'm not normally this pathetic." Mostly true.

"Once I get over this stupid sickness, I won't be some princess who needs to be waited on." Mostly false.

(Thea repositioned on the couch to get herself pinned on top of the idol so she could continue her barrage of neck kisses.)

I don't know. I'm going to keep going til you tell me.
And who knows who might walk in?

"No, no, you don't get away with saying nothing, Ryu Rumi."

Thea grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in, nibbling at her neck. "I will get the answer out of you!"

"... no. No, you did not.

Please tell me I didn't say anything stupid or embarrassing?"

So many Rumis.

I think I had a dream like this once.