My Sister's Keeper (Chloe)

When Chloe answered the door, she was decidedly not ready to go out. She had just gotten back from work at the store, just finished washing off her makeup and changing into a t-shirt and running shorts. Comfortable clothes for lounging around and doing nothing for the rest of the day.

At first, she thought Cheeto would be at the door, mostly because Cheeto was the one who came knocking at her door nine times out of ten. The excitement on her face faded somewhat when she saw her girlfriend’s sister instead.

“Oh. Hi, Dorito. What’s up?”

Chloe watched Dorito walk right into her room before she could answer. “Sure. Come on in,” she said dryly, closing the door behind her.

She was starting to pick up on how nervous Dorito looked. Now Chloe was starting to get nervous. Dorito didn’t look like this most of the time. Her air of confidence was gone. This had to be something serious. Her mind was already coming up with worst-case scenarios. Was Cheeto dead? Dying? Terribly injured?

Oh. Dorito wouldn’t have asked about her plans if it was super pressing and important. “…Well. I had some very important cat videos to look at. But for you, I can put that off.” She flopped onto her bed, propped up on a pile of pillows lying there. “What’s on your mind?”

Chloe sighed. It was probably a good idea to clear this out, even if it was hard to talk about. She couldn't deny that she still felt awkward around Dorito.

"...Yeah," Chloe said, "You definitely could have had a better first impression, but I don't hate you. I mean, you realized by now that interrogating me was fucking stupid. If you went around still thinking that was a totally good idea and still thought I was a scary evil demon or whatever... then yeah, I'd hate you. But you don't, so," shrug, "I don't. Like you're having this conversation with me, so that's a good start I guess."

In the back of her mind, she was starting to realize that Dorito was offering to do something for her as penance. Demonic instinct was kicking in, making her realize that she could take advantage of that later. She stopped just short of saying that Dorito didn't owe her anything.

It was starting to dawn on her that the little goblin had a very revealing outfit on, which seemed a bit much for meeting someone in their dorm to apologize about something. "Did you, uh... come here having something in mind already?" She blushed. She was afraid to ask. If Dorito somehow caught that implication and wasn't planning make up sex, this would be super awkward. If Dorito was planning on make up sex, then, this would get awkward. Absolutely every route going forward from here that involved make up sex would lead to an awkward hell.

Chloe did not look amused.

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Chloe did not sound amused, either. Was Dori implying that her sexual dysfunction meant she didn't really love her girlfriend? She could strangle her right now.

The half-demon thought that Dori would know better, with that telepathic link of hers. Didn't she know those things Cheeto did with her light constructs? Even if Cheeto actually did make that deal with her sister, that kind of commentary did not put her in the mood to take Dori up on it.

For a moment, she looked like she was going to say more. But she was too mad, too dumbfounded; she couldn't find the words.

Chloe took a deep breath as Dori started to apologize. She exhaled, and her anger began to die down. Dori didn't mean what Chloe had thought she meant. But the embers of her rage were still there, and Dori was starting to stoke them again - why did she think that she could help her do that when Chloe's own girlfriend couldn't?

Wait... how does she think she can pull that off?

Chloe raised an eyebrow and looked at Dorito for a moment. "Okay; I'll bite. What were you thinking of doing?"