14376/A Not-So-Rude Awakening

A Not-So-Rude Awakening
Date of Scene:	10 March 2023
Location:	Cindy's Pad
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Cindy Moon, Molly Hayes

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Cindy Moon has posed:
Cartoons. There were cartoons. Cindy has a fairly extensive anime collection, but digital and dvds (and a few VHS) and she's showed them off while they hung out until tired inedvitably set in. The asian fell asleep leaning on Molly who had fallen asleep a little bit before. She woke up a little while later and stood up, still in her costume, and tapped Molly's leg, "Come on, let's lay down." Said in a sleepy voice as she takes the petite's hand and pulls her along into the bedroom where she gives her a long sleeping shirt and some fuzzy cute sleeping pajama pants to change into.

After changing herself, she crawled into bed and zonked out hard. In the fetal position that left Molly plenty of space on the queen sized bed. With just as much blanket as she wants because Cindy generates so much heat in her sleep she's like a fernace. Something to do with the biology of a spider, she's no biologist though, so don't ask her how it works.

Cindy snores. Not loud or obnoxious, but she breaths through her nostrils so there's a quiet sigh of air the deeper into sleep she gets. Only moving periodically. It's like her body just shuts down. But when you have an advanced warning system built into your brain, there's no reason to let any little sound stir you, right?

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Molly had been surprised. She'd been tired, though. Hanging out and chatting and watching cartoons? Always a Molly thing to do! She'd passed out over the arm of the couch later on, though, and makes little noises when she's woken up. "Whu-?" she mumbles and nods, wandering along, hand in hand, to get changed. "Mmhmm..." she gives a little nod.

    The smaller girl herself doesn't seem to have any issues with warmth, but she does seem to curl up quite a bit. She steals one of the cute Pokemon pillows from the couch and wraps her arms around it. So she cuddles the pillow, in the comfiest way possible, arms wrapped around it. The way she sleeps, though? Even with the bigger bed she's drawn to the warmth.

    The draw is compounded in that she trusts Cindy. She trusts her, to sleep safe, as much as she does Nico or Karolina. And she's so used to having somewhere warm, safe, and occupied to sleep. It's a happiness, a smile on her face, as she zonks out so hard it's going to be a wonder if she actually wakes up in the morning and not at noon.

Cindy Moon has posed:
It's not /quite/ noon when Cindy wakes up. Then again, she's a freelance photographer who submits photos as she wants, rather than working on the clock. So it doesn't really matter when she wakes up. Peeling her eyes open when a beam of light cuts through the sliver between her blackout curtains and the window and lands directly on the bridge of her nose.

She squints and waves at it, swatting like this will make it go away and let her go back to sleep. It doesn't work, so instead she flops over on her back and looks over at the petite girl laying next to her. WIth a yawn and a stretch, she rolls over to face Molly, cuddling her fists up beneath her cheek laying on the pillow beneath her raven hair.

Blinking away whatever dream she was having as the reality of the world settle in the place of etherial sleepworld. She tenatively reaches out and brushes some of Molly's hair behind her ear, tucking it up beneath her cute little dog hat, then pulls her hand back to rest it back beneath her cheek.

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Maybe Molly forgot to set her alarm. Or her phone is buzzing away in the living room where she left it. Oh no. But she doesn't notice it. And in fact, she's not even stirring until fingers brush against her face. Her nose wrinkles a little and her lips part as she breathes in a long, deep breath. And finally, slowly but surely, those beautiful brown eyes open. "Mmmh....?" she asks, blinking a few times. Then she gasps quietly.

    "....Ciiiindddyyyy..." she whispers, ducking her face in closer to the other girl's and rubbing noses with innocent affection. "...oh gosh... we were... sooooo tired... so tired...sho tired..." she mumbles and yawns again, hiding her face against the stolen pillow.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy doesn't bother with alarms, they wont wake her anyways. Once she's asleep only natural course of slumber or the impending doom of an attack can stir her.. Nor is she really considering the time. Which is why she's almost always late. It's a vibe. Had she meant to wake Molly? No. She was about to close her eyes and go back to sleep when she spies the big brown eyes popping open and smiles tiredly, "Hey." All quiet, like someone might wake up or something.

She stretches and nods, shoulders popping out the tension from the night, then settles when Molly rubs noses. Her's wrinkles into an expressive smile, "It's alright, I like when people sleep over. I don't sleep so good when I'm by myself." Something about someone else being there mutes her restlessness. She can only barely manage to contain herself at the cuteness though.

"You're cute."

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Molly's used to waking up early. She's been going to school, under protest, for a long time. And she might also just now be getting used to having people in her bed. Or. Being in their bed. Far better than a glorified roommate, sharing a bedroom in a foster home. Bleh. "Hey..." she mumbles, reflexively keeping it down. Maybe she has much the same mentality, worrying about waking someone up. Who is there to wake up? Neighbors? The Squirtle on the couch?

    She nods, understanding, "...y-yeah.. I... I'm.. used to sleeping around people... for... lots of reasons... so.. resting alone doesn't feel so good..." she mumbles shyly. Then there's even more of a shy look to her when she's called cute. Her cheeks bloom pink, bright like the sun outside, and she makes the most adorable little squeaky noise. "...a-am I really? I mean... if.. if you people keep calling me cute... 'm gonna start believing it... and I dun want a big head.. big heads aren't cute..!"

Cindy Moon has posed:
It's the nature of being alone that bothers Cindy most. She spent years in a bunker alone.. sleeping, eating, and watching television. She had periodic visits, but it was always the same cold individual who was only there to 'train', then disappear so all she had was her thoughts. That's not healthy for anyone, but specifically not so for a teenager to grow up in. It's left her, well, like she is now.

Which matters very little because Molly is there, looking adorable as she wakes up. "Well, you can always stay over if you want." She extends her arm and tenatively lays it across Molly's shoulder, grinning when she says she'll get a big head if people keep telling her she's cute. "All of us can't be wrong, you may have to come to terms with the size of your melon. I think you'll be fine though..." The hand lifts to tug her hat down just enough to cover her eyes, "You got your hats to cover it up."

Molly Hayes has posed:
    So many people with so many messed up childhoods. Molly HAD a happy family. But that was just the surface. What she has now? That's a happy family. A REAL family. And she's happy. She wriggles in a little closer as the arm flops over her shoulder, and then squeaks when she's teased! "Noooo.... the brain is already... um... like.. seventy percent water... it doesn't need to be a watermelon!" she wriggles some and makes another cute sound as her doge hat is tugged down over her eyes.

    "Hey~" she whines but it's not with any kind of real unhappiness. "...and I do... so many hats...." she sighs. "...I only brought this one tonight... I didn't think I'd be--" big yawn! "--staying overnight... mmhn... do... do we have food? I ate all my sammich last night.."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy likes the closeness and keeps her arm there over Molly's shoulder with her other hand pillowing against her cheek. Her hair is all a fright, at least on one side where she was laying on it... and there's a grin on her face hearing squeaky protests when she tugs the hat down. She stretches again, with another pop, and leans closer to rub her nose against Molly's.

"Well now you know to bring some extra hats next time." She muses and finally grouses up in bed. She's graceful even when tired, turning with almost no resistance to pop off the side of the bed and pull her t-shirt out of the back of her underwear before walking towards the door, "Mhm. I can either make you some breakfast ramen or pop some hotpockets in the microwave. I would suggest the breakfast ramen, but it requires culinary trust."

She points towards the bathroom, "Pack of toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet. I buy the big colorful packs."

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Molly scoots in even closer, nuzzling at Cindy's shoulder now. She doesn't mind being temporary blinded by her own hat. She's feeling the warmth. And smells the, well, whatever Cindy's sheets smell like! It's new to her and she likes it. "Mmhn.... mhm... I'll have to..." she finally pulls her arms from around the pillow and tugs her hat up, peeking at Cindy as the other girl gets out of bed with those big brown eyes. There's a soft giggle at the shirt adjustment and she looks away.

    "Huh? What's... breakfast ramen?" she asks, tilting her head. "What do you put in it? That sounds.... really cool, actually! But... tell me what's in it first?" she asks, rolling onto her back with the pillow still on her chest. She'd grabbed some random Poke-critter. Then she follows the pointing to the bathroom before smacking her lips some.

    "Blech... yeah. Good idea... brush now... brush after food..."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy stretches in the doorway and looks over her shoulder at Molly laying there on the bed with a little cant of her head to one side. Her brown eyes take her in, then look to the kitchen with a thoughtful quirk of her lips, "Green oinions, bacon, egg, some mushrooms.. maybe, I think I have some mushrooms.. quickly stir-fried up and served with orange juice."

There's also hotpockets.

"It's not traditional or anything, not by a long shot, but it's quick and delicious." She takes a few steps towards the kitchen, walking backwards and spins on her heels to get things pulled out of cabinets. Cooking it all up while Molly enjoys the delightful scent of lavander that is on her sheets because tide pods are pretty cheap.

She pulls her hair up into a messy ponytail, exposing her long neck, but is still visible in the kitchen since the apartment is not at all spacious. It's tiny and really only seperated by the one wall to the bathroom and another to the bedroom.

Harlem.

Molly Hayes has posed:
    She's adorable. The hat-wearing girl in the borrowed teeshirt and fuzzy jammies. Laying there on her back, knees bent and feet tapping. They're covered by the blankets, though, so it's just two lumps rising and falling in alternating rhythm. "Oh... those... sound really tasty..." she watches Cindy go, "Yes please!" she calls out. Then she sighs, laying there, closing her eyes again.

    "Mmmmmmnnnnhhhhmnmmmmmmm... okay!" she seems to be trying to tell herself to get up. The finally she does. Under protest. Then HUP! She hops out of bed, on her feet, and scampers into the bathroom to take care of business. "Gotta fight the assassssiiiiini!" she shouts, exuberant and triumphant.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy is pretty handy in the kitchen, at least where it pretains to making something easy anyways. Besides which, none of what she's cooking takes a lot of time to put together, which is the whole point! So by the time Molly is coming out of the bathroom, she's just about done. Finishing crumbling the bacon ontop of the noodles.

Music is playing and she's dancing. Wiggling her hips and jerking her shoulders hither and thither in time to the music. Which is every bit as smooth and graceful as she was fighting on the sidewalk, but there's clear talent behind the motions as well.

She drops her hand to the side, bends her knees and starts shift walking to the side. Her hand comes up to grab the wok and flip the noodles, release it, and turn her chin with her thumb in a single fluid motion. "Got'me feelin' like'uh.. doot doot doot, dootdootdootdoot, got me feelin' like'uh.."

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Molly handles her teeth and the assassin that she so speaks of before making her way into the kitchen. She's still drying off her hands on her shirt and freezes when she sees Cindy, well, dancing. She watches the wiggling, the shaking, the footwork. All while she's making breakfast.

    She calls attention to herself when she makes an adoring little squealing sound before trying to duck away behind the door, cheeks burning brightly! But she never was good at hiding. "...you're.. you're fun.." she giggles, poking her head-and-doge out from the side of the door. "...an' that smells real good..."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy turns her head to the otherside with her thumb, then around towards Molly who draws attention to herself. She sees her dive behind the door and smirks, but rather than chase after, she serves up the plates and sets one down on the small dining room table beside an already poured glass of orange juice. "You, Neon nae simjang-eul ttwige hae.." She sings the song playing, scooping some more eggs on Molly's pile of noodles, "I don't want you to know.. jabhigi silh-eo.."

Some are scooped onto her own plate, then she's basically gliding back to the kitchen. One foot turning, the other sliding, and then reversing in a sideways moonwalk to drop the wok down into the sink, "nae songalag-eun gyesog dangsin-eul banjjag-ibnida.."

When she comes back to the table, she slides up on the stool infront of the table with a pair of chopsticks, "I love that song." With a big grin, mixing up her noodles. Still humming even while watching the burning of Molly's cheek with a little pink tint of her own, "Oh stop, I slept good. That's all. And it IS good. Cheap as shit too."

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Really, the blonde is just watching with rapt attention. The cooking. The dancing. She just peeks, keeps watching, and finally moves to take one of the seats. Molly keeps listening, too, and tries to identify the ... anything. "Um... K-pop?" she hesitantly asks, wiggling her butt into the seat and waiting patiently. She wiggles in the chair, though, happily watching and letting the rhythm carry her body into motion too!

    Then the other girl is back, and it's time to eat. "....I'm happy you slept good! We totally just went zonk. It.. was super nice though. I slept real good too. I didn't even notice..." she laughs. "Like.. I can kind of remember you waking me up? But... then we just.. bed..." she hopes there's a fork. She doesn't know how to use chopsticks.

Cindy Moon has posed:
"Yeah, Pentagon. I love them. I use to have their poster up on the wall in my room, but everyone made fun of me." There is, indeed, a fork. Because Divine can't use chopsticks either.

But Cindy would eat cereal with them if it was practical, which it is not. Noodles, however? She chows down. Mouth working discreetly behind her hand held up to block her chewing before speaking, "My bed is the most expensive piece of furniture I own because your bed is the most important piece of furniture. I was going to grab you some blankets, but ..."

She shrugs and looks down at the bowl of noodles, picking at them with a little tint to her cheeks. Rather than finish the thought, she shrugs and fishes out a piece of egg. "I'm glad you slept well." Said quietly, again covering her mouth with her palm. Very polite with her eating compared to just about anything else she does.

Molly Hayes has posed:
    "They sound fun," Molly says with a smile. Then she tilts her head, "Huh? Don't you have this place to yourself mainly now?" she asks. "...like... just put it back up if you like 'em! Nobody's gonna judge you. It's stuff you love, right?" she asks, puffing out her cheeks and looking indignant. "..if I stopped wearing my hats cuz of everyone who said they were dumb... then..." she goes from looking grump to looking sad. "...then I wouldn't be Molly Hayes! I'd just... be that brown haired girl. Like... like every other one! The stuff you like is stuff you wanna celebrate!"

    She nods firmly, then starts poking at her eggs with a fork. Pop pop pop. Heehee. "Mmm?" she asks, "Blanket but what?" she catches the words, barely, having too much fun getting messy egg all over her noodles before starting to nom them up. "Mmmh... mm..." She doesn't cover her mouth with her hand, but she does eat with her mouth close. She also doesn't shovel in her food, instead taking a bite when she's finished the first.

    Without a beat, though, between a swallow and a bite, "Huh? Yeah, of course. I mean. How could I not? Your bed's comfy an' you're warm and comfy, too."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"Well now I've got all my anime posters up." Cindy points at the door with her chopsticks, almost done with her small portion of noodles. Just a few pieces of egg left at the bottom of her bowl. Which she toys with with a flickering expression on her face hearing Molly stand up for her right to put KPOP posters up if she wants to. "Every moment I think, there's no way she could get more adorable, but then you do. It's a super power."

She then drains her orange juice and sets both bowl and glass in front of her with her arms folding on the end of the table. Heels hooking on her stool, "But then I wanted you to sleep in the bed. It's more comfortable." She murmurs and shrugs, "Actually I never really considered giving you a blanket. I was on auto-pilot." Her brows lift and she puffs out her cheeks in a smile.

"Aww, you're also pretty comfy. I've been told I'm a little fernace though. I can't even sleep under blankets or I'll wake up sweating. Saves on my heating bill in the winter though?" Palms come up to brace her chin in them, not overtly staring at Molly, but definitely looking at her. With her lips quirking side to side beneath a wrinkled nose.

Molly Hayes has posed:
    "Oh, that'll do it..." Molly muses amusedly, nodding. "...y'can still put it up... in here..." she murmurs, trailing off as she's just called so cute again. "H-hey..." she stammers, hiding behind her bowl as she picks it up and scoops some food into her mouth. She noms, swallows, and continues to blush. So bright. "...like.... like... you're really pretty too, y'know? But. I.. I'm just.. super-duper bad with words.." she whimpers cutely.

    She does her best to not make a mess as she also tries her best to hide as well as devour her food. Nom nom nom. But it's done! And she washes it all down with her orange juice. "Mmh... I mean... I .... I'm getting used to sharing a bed... an'... I don't wanna go back to not... plus... plus I just. I trust you 'n like you 'n... ok being extra extra warm is good! So warm. So cozy!" she gushes. "S-seriously.. y-you're gonna.. give me a big head.." she mumbles.

    hen she blinks. "...do... do you hear..." then her eyes go wide and she's hauling herself off of her seat and running to the little living room. "Oh no... oh no oh no..." she's lifting up couch cushions and eventually finds her phone and practically wails. "OH SPACE CATS I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOOOOOL!" Still adorable.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy glances around at the sparcely adorned living area with a nodding shrug, "I could. It definitely needs a little more character in here." She slides back off the stool and takes her bowl to the sink, which she will absolutely wash at some point. Everything else is very clean, so it's actually quite likely.

"Oh.. well we wouldn't want that." For Molly to get a big head, she glances over her shoulder and winks, "It's okay, I'm not either. Conversation isn't usually my strong suit. Certainly not complements." She considers that, actually, looking down at the countertop with a small frown.

Which remains there until Molly shouts about space cats and being late for class... "Oh crap." Murmured, quickly heading over to look at her phone which sits charging near the fridge. "How far away is your school? Can you make it?"

Molly Hayes has posed:
    "Um... um... ummmmm!" Molly is suddenly a panicked ball of energy. She's running around, grabbing her clothes. "...my homework... my clothes... my hat! Ahh! I can't show up in the same everything!" she squeaks out. "It's... it's in Happy Harbor. We're in Harlem. If I took the bus..." she frowns and then whines. "I... not in this traffic, e-especially if I need to make it home to.. to get stuff first..."

    She's running back and forth, half naked one moment, clad in yesterday's clothes the next. "...a shower even?!" then she just... flops down on the floor and stares at her phone. "...m-maybe I just... just say I'm sick..." she murmurs then falls onto her back. "Nooooo that won't do. I can't lie! That's bad! An... an' I don't... really get sick anyway... shoot..."

    One eye peeks up and she looks over at Cindy, "....stinkweasels.. what do I do?"

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy watches the flurry of motion that is Molly running around grabbing clothes, being half naked, and then wearing clothes.. She, meanwhile, is casually grabbing her costume. When Molly finally flops down on the floor staring at her phone, Cindy is pulling on the long black gloves and flexing her fingers to get it comfortably between them.

She walks over and squats down with a little spring in her knees, hair hanging down around her face, which wears a thoughtful expression. "Alright, step one, we have to get your homework. If you brought your back pack, even better I'll lend you something to wear-" She nods to the bedroom, "-Uhhh a pair of shorts, some leggings.. annd another sleeping shirt?" She's not a clothologist, though.

"Go take a quick shower and then I'll get you to school. If we need to go by your apartment, I can do that too. We'll take the spidey-bus." Reaching out to slide her fingers down the side of the peeking face, once again smiling. "We'll get you there, okay? Now let's get moving, soldier!" Said playfully.

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Molly groans, then blinks. "...I.. didn't... it's.. all home. I like.. did it before coming over..." she holds up her phone, pointing at the text messages they'd shared the day prior. "...sooo... I need to go home and.. and get my papers.. an' my hat..." she frowns. "...it's Friday, I need my lucky beanie bunny! It's for a promise of a good weekend!"

    Then she sits up, frowning. "Um... long shirt? I can... I can just.. borrow it 'til I get home and get one of mine, yeah..." she says softly, then quickly gathers herself up. "I can use your shower?" she asks. "I'll be quick! I promise! Just a scrubba-scrubba to get the sleeps off an' brush my hair.." she nods quickly and dusts herself off.

    "Um, um, thanks for breakfast an' everything! Spidey-Bus? WOW!" She leans up and pecks Cindy on the cheek before dropping her phone in her shoes and running off to shower.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy chuckles at the rampant level of energy radiating off Molly, even when she's having a minor breakdown.. She nods affirmative to using the shower, "Everything should be right on the shelf. Towels in the cabinet above the toilet." Half shouting, she accepts the peck on her cheek with a grin and pushes up from her crouch to go find the bandana used to wrap around her face, which for now she just lets hang across her shoulders.

It's a good enough time to put the dishes in the sink and get them covered in water, ready to wash when she gets back from taking Molly wherever she needs to go. Her hair is straight once Molly gets out and she's sitting in a bent up pose on the single window out onto the fire escape, staring out at Harlem... listening to the people mill about on their way to work.

Car horns, sirens, tires screaching, and of course police sirens. The ambiant sound of her little slice of New York.

Molly Hayes has posed:
    "Thanksomuch!" calls out Molly, leaving a trail of clothes in her wake--again. She'd just changed. Now she's not. The sound of the water turning on can be heard, then a squeak. "COLD! COLDCOLDCOLD!" Wow. She really is in a hurry. "Greenwich!" she then calls out. "W-w-we live in Greenwich!" Teeth chattering. But she's sticking it out. Like a boss. All in all, she's doing it in ten minutes. She's fast. Scrubbing down quickly, brushing her hair under the spray. And then she's done, wrapped up in a towel, bare feet on the floor. She's working over her hair with a second one.

    Rarely does anyone see her without a hat! What a privilege for Cindy!

    "W-warmed up fast at least.." she says quickly, dancing back and forth some to get some of the water shaken into the towel she's wearing. "Um. Um. You sure. This is okay? Like... Gopher jibblies I should've brought my jetpack an' backpack an' other stuff..." she pouts.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy leans forward and looks into the apartment when Molly comes out. A little turn and she's got her legs dangling with a palm on either side of her hip. Mask pulled up with her hair hanging down around it, nodding affirmative to her question. "Perfectly okay. We'll get you there, might not be much time to spare, but you should have enough to get to class."

She crawls out the window, pulls her legs out, and lets herself hang from the wall with the tips of her left hand and right foot so she's balanced looking through the portal at Molly until she's got everything she needs.

It's not obvious, but she's definitely smiling behind that bandana, with her hand extending back in for Molly to take, "Hold on tight, arms and legs. It's not exactly like flying... it's a little more chaotic than flying.. but we'll be there in no time!"

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Molly nods. She hurries back into the bedroom and gets dressed in her borrowed duds. She's fast! And. She's got the doge hat back on. In fact, she's... really got not much else. "I um... is it okay if i leave my laundry here? I'll come get it soon, I promise!" she says, pleading in her own adorable way.

    Then she's at the window. "...is this really gonna happen?" she asks, wiggling. Then she takes a breath and nods, climbing on as best she can, arms and legs wrapped tight around Cindy. "...is.. is this really gonna happen? Am... am I gonna take the Spider-Bus?" she asks, and it's absolutely impossible for her hide her enthusiasm. It's taking all of her effort to not just squeal in Cindy's ear. But she does keep from doing that. Because she doesn't want to hurt her friend's ears. That'd be super rude.

    "There's... there's a rooftop garden... Greenwich Lofts... I've got the key.." she says quietly. "..this... this is so cool.." she squeaks again. "...if.. um.. if you drop me on accident... it's... it's okay! I won't get hurt! Promise!"

Cindy Moon has posed:
"I'll even wash them for you." Cindy assures Molly's laundries safety with a grin behind her bandana, "They'll be neat and folded and everything."

When the petite girl steps up to the window, Cindy helps guide her up onto her back with a relative ease. She's not Molly or Divine strong, but she's still pretty strong in her own right. Then she waits for Molly to get herself all wrapped up, "I haven't dropped anyone yet... people I've saved, that is. I've never had taken anyone swinging before. I offered Divine, but it kind of takes something special to beat flying-"

With Molly on her back, Cindy pushes off the wall in a twisting spin, and fires a webline from her wrist which connects to the fire escape further down the alleyway. They're falling, but then the webline catches and they swing! Another series of three quick *THWIPS* and they're launched up over the brownstone buildings

With Silk's arms held straight out to grab the pipe extnding up from one roof and lever them onto it in a sprint. Her hair is blowing back, which means Molly probably gets her nose tickled, but she's careful to keep it from blocking the view!

Diving off the other end of the roof with another webline firing to send them swinging down the busy street towards Greenwich! "YOU OKAY BACK THAT THERE?!"

Molly Hayes has posed:
    What an embarrassed look on Molly's face! "M-m-my undies too?!" she squeaks. But she's already clinging to Cindy. No takesbacks. "I-Imean.. swinging is.. totally different from flying... flying's like... got a... force of motion an'.. an'.. then you hover... but with swinging... isn't it like.." she clings tighter. "M-momentummmm!" she squeals as off they go!

    Molly is absolutely ecstatic from this, and her cries are muffled in the back of Cindy's shoulder. It's as if she's already laughing, non-stop, and able to peer over the costumed heroine's shoulder for the ride. When she hears that question, all she can do is go "SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!" and squeezes tighter for a moment. A split-second of *TOO* tight, given how her strength is relative to her level of worked-up-ness, but she's careful not to hurt poor Cindy!

    "Oh my zord and the hundreds of sentai rangers this is AWESOME!" she tries not to wiggle too much!

Cindy Moon has posed:
"Yeah, event he undies." Cindy says when they're not swinging, which is a little more quiet. In those couple seconds where they're hovering in mid air before gravity pulls them back towards the ground several stories below and when she fires a web to carry them into an arc using that momentum.

The excitement behind her is refreshing. She even glances back as best she can at Molly trying to bury her face in her shoulder, but then looks forward when her senses warn her of impending collision. Which happens a lot more than she lets on, honestly.

Without Spider Senses, none of this would be possible.

Another run, but this time across the side of glass windows with people staring out at them from their offices. She looks like Naruto, bent so her fingers brush along to keep a little extra point of contact besides her pattering feet! Until she reaches the corner and leaps into a swan dive that is broken by another webline.

She probably wouldn't have gone full swing if she didn't know Molly was indestructable, but this is her usual approach when she's alone...

Within short order, probably way too fast, they're landing on the building of the address Molly had given her, and going into a crouch so she can easily climb down off her back. "Alright, grab your homework and we'll get you to Happy Harbor." Grinning, if only obvious because of the jubilation in her eyes, up at Molly.

Molly Hayes has posed:
    Molly's cries are of pure adrenaline and excitement. Sure she loves roller coasters, and sure she's scared if she's falling from a great height--indestructible or no--but she trusts Cindy. She trusts her spider-sense and absolutely trusts that she knows exactly what she's doing! Because she's Silk, and her powers are AWESOME. She's loving this. So much. When they skirt the building, she looks at the windows, massive grin on her face!

    And then.. they're there. On the roof. Karolina's apartment has a really nice rooftop patio and garden. It might be a little early in the year for any crops just yet, but it's still really nice! "Got it!" Molly says quickly, rushing for the rooftop door, using her key, and dashing downstairs. She really isn't gone long, not at all. And she's back rushing up the stairs, wearing a more Molly-sized teeshirt with a big grumpy-looking Wolverine on it--in addition to her backpack and her lucky rabbit hat. It's black with a pink nose and ear insides, and white eyes and whiskers! "OKIGOTEVERYTHING!" she says, throwing both fists in the air, and climbs back on if Cindy is ready.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy spends the time Molly is gone looking at the garden with an appreciative expression, brow raised. Best she'll ever get growing on her apartments roof is some mold.. maybe a few weeds. There might actually be a pot plant up there from her neighbors tossing seeds down on the ground.

Regardless, she peeks up when Molly comes darting out now more appropriately Molly'd. Silk is still crouching and turns to catch the petite girl when she climbs back up onto her back. There is a pause long enough for her passanger to wrap her arms and legs, then she leaps into the air and flips over the ledge. Which shows just how much stronger she is, having to get pretty good clearance.

The webline fires, "Away we go!" Dragging her arm ackwardly around in what would be painful to anyone whose bones aren't made out of jelly. Quickly gobbling up distance with a series of really quick *THWIPS* that builds up speed, she launches upwards and yanks them forward with both arms firing webs at adjacent buildings, until they're coming up on the Staten Island Bridge.

Honestly, this bridge is basically designed for a spider to swing through it. Cutting through the suspensions, over the metal support beams, and off the side with just enough distance to catch a building before they hit the street, but she clearly knows what she's doing!

"We're almost there!"

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    Like a tree sloth, Molly is more than happily clinging to Cindy again. Too bad she doesn't have the tree sloth hat to match! But they're off again, and she's holding her breath. Why? Again, she's trying to avoid squealing with incoherent joy in Cindy's ear. So she just clings, and squirms, and finally exhales a happy "Squeeeeeeeeeee!" Which is good, because when they get up that speed, that distance, and that sudden rush upwards? She gasps so hard that her lungs fill in an instant.

    "Omigoshomigoshomigooooosh!" she squeals all over again, burying her face now in Cindy's neck. Her breath comes hot and fast and she giggles madly. "Thisissocoolnobody'sgonnabelievethis!" she is so gleeful, and... they're almost there! The bell hasn't rung yet! There's... oh gosh.

    There's a LOT of people milling about outside, chatting and loitering and waiting for the bell.

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Cindy lands, but not amongst the gathered students milling about outside. Rather, she touches down on the side of a tree. With one hand she reaches back and grips Molly's backpack and twists her wrist to set her down on the ground infront of said tree, then moves to dangle from a vine by a single thread line connected above her. Both feet run up the webbing, which is twisted in her left hand. "See? Bell hasn't even rung. I told you I'd get you here."

Her black hair hangs down like a curtain, but given her relative perch, she's almost eye to eye with the petite power house... only upside down. "Thanks for hanging out with me yesterday, I really enjoyed it." Her bandana is still hanging around her face, but her eyes are brimming with jubilation, "I'd like to do it again, actually... I mean you have to pick up your clothes, so..."

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"You did! You told me! I totally believed you!" gasps Molly when they land. She laughs and giggles and slumps back against the tree trunk. "Omigosh that was -awesome-....!" she doubles over, panting from laughing so much, so hard. She wasn't holding her breath the whole time, but by the way she's panting, one could imagine she did.

    Then she finds her breath again, and stares up at the upside-down Silk. "...really? You mean it? We can go swinging again?!" she practically squeals with enthusiasm all over again. But it's clear the red on her cheeks isn't entirely from the exertion and exhilaration. No, she's standing up straight, sucking her lips between her teeth as she looks at the upside-down Cindy.

    "Um... I.. um... I really.. really liked it, too! And... and.." she takes a breath, whispering to herself 'c'mon be brave, Molly!' She reaches up with shaky fingers, to carefully tug on the bandana if she's allowed to. "...w-want to... try a.. a... thing...." she stammers, mouth getting ever, ever so close to Cindy's.

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Seeing someone who just got to go swinging for the first time is about as exciting for Cindy as it is for them... well maybe not, but she definitely seems to enjoy it. Her eyes squint with the obvious smile hidden beneath her bandana as she watches Molly sort the experience.

Then nods to her question, "Anytime you want, yeah." She jerks her shoulders in, what is to her anyways, a shrug. But she has a weird spartial awareness that defies what science tells us the body should be able to handle.

She too stares at Molly, maybe she's waiting for something. Or building up to something... but it doesn't matter because Molly makes her move. Reaching out to pull up the bandana to reveal, at least to her, the face she's seen a bunch of times.

She lean her head in towards Molly when she leans in closer to her. "Are we about to do an upside down kiss?" She's real quiet when she asks, grinning awkwardly.

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    It's really awkward. Molly's fighting shyness, and maybe permission. Maybe fear. She's glancing around, maybe hoping nobody spots the sudden unmasking of a heroine. A badana's harder than a full face mask! But. She's careful. Maybe she can... shield Cindy's face with her own. Her hand is shaking, her lips are trembling. And then Cindy calls her out, albeit so very softly.

    Molly freezes, of course, and then nods very, very slowly. "Uh... ah.... um... um..." she nods quickly now. "...y-yes." She tries to sound confident, but if Cindy doesn't push her back... she'll lean in, close the rest of the distance, and just do it. A soft kiss that she wants to linger.

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Cindy doesn't pull away or even push Molly away. She leans a little closer herself, fighting her own awkwardness. It is clear by that she really doesn't care as much about her secret identity as others seem to, the bandana is a bullshit cover for it anyways, it keeps falling down all the time. Seriously, who thought of that? It's so dumb.

When Molly's lips touch her's, the kiss lingers. Puckering hers so that she kind of half captures one of Molly's between her's. Letting time slip away because she has no need to turn upright. Most people would pass out from blood rushing to their brain, Cindy doesn't have that problem. NO, the blood rushing to her brains for a completely different reason.

She even closes her eyes and reaches out to lay her hand on the side of Molly's jaw.

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    Maybe Molly wasn't expecting the kiss to engage. Or last. But it does. She feels the hand on her face, her eyes closing too. And for little Molly, time seems to stop. Both of her hands cradle Cindy's cheeks, warm palms to warm palms. She's enjoying it, that warm touch, the fluttering of lips. Maybe, maybe she doesn't want to go to school today. That's when reality crashes in. The bell rings.

    Molly doesn't pull back quickly, though, she just breaks away reluctantly and whimpers an adorable little sigh. "...t-thank you.. that... that was... really special..." she mumbles cheeks burning bright, eyes opening slowly. She even takes the time to carefully re-affix Silk's costume bandana. "...s-see you soon.. call me..!" she squeaks, then dashes off to join the group of high schoolers shuffling inside.

    A tall guy steps in her path, grunting, "Hey twerp! Late for school because you were makin' out with Spider-Man?" he laughs, far from good natured. "Shut up, Moe," she grumbles, adjusting her backpack and tries to walk faster. He keeps up easily with those longer legs. "Bunny hat and Spider-Man kissin' in a tree! You slip him the tooooongue?" he leers. Only to find Molly's hands on him, shoving hard and then dazed as he's tangled up in a hydrangea bush as big as a VW Bug. "Mind your own business, swamp butt! Silk's way cooler--and cuter--than Spider-Man! Dingus!" she snaps, huffs, and adjusts her hat.

    Molly glances over her shoulder, looking sheepish, blushing up a storm, but smiles at Silk before she hurries inside before the 'last call' bell rings.

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Cindy doesn't want it to end. She lingers in the moment and kind of feels an urge to ask Molly not to go to class, but she never does that. It wouldn't be appropriate and it may even cheapen the moment. So she just lives there in that timelessness of a kiss. Until the bell ring.

When Molly pulls away, even if it's slowly, Cindy leans forward just enough to keep that connection a half second longer. Then gently kisses her again before the mask is refixed above her mouth, hanging just at the bridge of her nose. Her palm is still on Molly's cheek though. Gently rubbing her thumb back from the corner of her mouth.

"Learn everything you can." So lame. But that's as good as she can manage with all the swirling feelings in her brain parts. Even once the smol powerhouse steps away, Silk remains dangling there from the tree watching her.

The whole interaction between her and MOe. She doesn't move to intervine... because she knows she doesn't have to. Just like with Divine.. she knows Molly can take care of herself and there's a swell of affection rising up in her heart muscle seeing her do just that.

When she looks back, it's hard to see whether Cindy is blushing, but what she does do is wave. Wiggling her fingers, which she then presses to her lips, over her bandana, and hold it out to Molly.

Only then does she fire off another webline and pull herself skyward, swinging away in a rapid series of quickly fired lines. Grinning like an idiot long after she's gotten back to her apartment.