Moth to a Candle

By the time Desmond had gotten out of the bath, the sandwiches were cut into small triangles and arranged in a little pattern, and there was a pot of fresh tea, complete with a small pitcher of cream and little pile of sugar cubes as well. While he was in the shower, Cheeto hastily threw on some shorts. "Don't take too long, got your food all ready too." She sat on her bed, legs crossed and holding onto her ankles.

Even while he was still in the bathroom, Cheeto continued her conversation, shouting so he'd hear her through the door. "Did... Dorito tell you anything before she brought you here? I mean, about why she invited you over or..?" She was very concerned about what Dorito was planning, sometimes she couldn't even tell despite their shared minds. Cheeto had a pretty good idea regarding Dorito's plan for Desmond, and she wanted to be sure he knew what he was getting in to.

Cheeto nodded and called back through the door in response to Desmond. "Yep, man part." She was well aware of what her sister was planning, and had her doubts of it going as Dorito planned but Cheeto wasn't going to try and stop her. Who knows? Maybe bringing a hobo home would work out well for everyone involved?

Then the door opened and Cheeto was struck silent by the poof.

She could only nod in response to Desmond's words as he thanked her for the food, mouth hung open and eyes wide as saucers. He cleaned up well, and seemed to be comprised of 50% fluffy cotton, 50% clouds. She found herself drifting towards him, her feet merely catching her opposed to guiding her forward, as she reached out and started to softly squeeze his hair. "S-So fluffy..."

Cheeto seemed almost hypnotized as she pet and squeezed at his poofs. "So soft..." It was clear that, unless acted upon by an external force, Cheeto would remain enthralled with Desmond's moth-fluff. She actually crawled up onto the bed next to him to get in a bit closer. In less than a minute, Cheeto was leaning against Desmond, pawing at his hair like a nursing kitten. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was lying on and pawing at a man wearing only a towel.

The door to the dorm opened and Dorito returned, now holding a bundle of completely cleaned clothes. "Gotta love those magic washing machines." After closing the door with one foot, she turned to look at Cheeto and Desmond, her expression one of disappointment. "Cheets, really? Really?" She tapped her foot on the ground in irritation, still holding Desmond's clothes in a vice-like grip.

Dorito simply hugged the clothes more tightly to her body: "Now hold on there, mister..." She narrowed her eyes and gave an almost predatory grin, looking up at Desmond in an almost predatory nature. "We bathed you, fed you, and washed your clothes." She turned away from Desmond slightly, making sure he could still see his clothes but that they were not immediately in his reach. "I'm sure you're going to want to pay us back for this hospitality and kindness, wouldn't you?" Her grin widened as she spoke.

Cheeto, on the other hand, didn't even notice her sister arriving, simply clinging onto Desmond's back as he stood up. She did little to his balance and her added weight was inconsequential, but it probably was still quite odd to have her burying her face into his fluffy hair and making soft, squeaking noises.

This was a sight for the ages, Cheeto hanging lazily off of Desmond's back, face buried in his moth-poofs, as he violently shook Dorito, hanging off of his clothes and flailing around wildly with his movements. "Awwlwwi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yight!" Her words were choppy and slurred as she went through the proverbial spin-cycle, her legs kicking as she swung and squirmed, trying to stop the shaking as best she could.

Dorito let go of the clothes, unable to drop enough of the momentum and sent on an involuntary somersault, landing on her shoulders. She stared up at Desmond, her feet at either side of her head, ass up in the air. "Dorito, off his back!" She pointed as best she could, not even breaking her concentration despite the awkward landing. "B-But... So fluffy, so waaaarm..." Cheeto sounded like she was in a trance, but Dorito snapped her voice like a whip; "GO TO YOUR ROOM!"

Cheeto used her powers, small motes of light forming under her arms and legs and floating her down from Desmond's back and onto the ground. She slunk over to her bed and sat on it, as though somehow put in time-out despite the fact that she was clearly in the same room, nothing preventing her from interacting with Dorito and Desmond. Dorito, however, kicked her feet until she rolled over and was able to stand again, turning to Desmond with her arms crossed, a wolfish grin on her face. "About this payment..."