nova.the.alien
✩ space monarch ✩
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mood Dejected & Jealous
location Buttered Biscuits; Kitchen
outfit Line Cook Uniform
mentions Zeke
interactions Monica
tag @Lizy
location Buttered Biscuits; Kitchen
outfit Line Cook Uniform
mentions Zeke
interactions Monica
tag @Lizy
zeke spinelli
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A sense of relief washed over Orion as Monica tilted her head back up towards them. They instantly planted a charming grin, spanning from cheek to cheek. They loved having her attention on them-- in fact they seemed to crave it.
That and that teasing grin she always seemed to share with them. Her eyes seemed to sparkle whenever that playful little smirk flitted across her features.
"Food?? For an entire month?? You sure I can't just take you to dinner sometime and call it even?" Orion couldn't help but drop the playful flirtation in, if for no other reason than to see Monica's reaction.
"Ehhh I guess you couldn't make it that easy on me, could you? Maybe this is just your excuse to see me every day." They shot her a playful wink and chuckled a bit. "You coulda just asked for that." They shrugged, then pretended to consider it.
Once again, however, Monica was checking her phone the moment it went off, and Orion felt their heart sink once again. Were they not entertaining enough for her? This was killing them, this boiling jealousy, this constant wondering if they were good enough to be paid attention to. They'd had enough of that being the baby of the family.
Her words confirmed it was Zeke again. Jeez, again with that guy? They liked Zeke, sure, but this was getting annoying. "Sexy? Yeah I guess-- you wouldn't be the first serve to go gaga over him, you know. He's been around the block a bit." What? As if they themselves hadn't? Now they were just being unfair. "He's a wizard in the kitchen though-- why haven't you asked him to cook your meals for you?"
Ohhh, there it was. That hateful sort of envy they didn't like having. The green-eyed monster had taken over, and they sounded more bitter than they had intended to. They didn't like letting other people know about their more 'negative' feelings. They'd rather just bottle those up.
Their eyes caught on to the last message before Monica pulled her phone out of sight, and they physically bit their tongue to keep from saying anything. Did that last message from Zeke imply what they thought it did?
Luckily, Monica changed the subject. They forced themselves out of their stupor, just a little bit, at least enough to address her question. "Y-yeah. Yeah. You've got a deal. Alliance of the century it is. Just um. Let me know when and-- just bring the prep list by my station please?" Their flirtation was a bit half-hearted, that much was obvious as they turned around to head back to the kitchen. They did, however, have enough grace to pause and shoot a glance at Monica over their shoulder with a sweet half smile. "Thanks, Monica." Then they gathered themselves up to get ready to go work with Zeke in the kitchen. This ought to be a fun shift.
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