Lincoln gets dressed!
It was Lincoln's first mistake, letting Luna see him dressed like a girl sparked something dark within the rocker. It shouldn't have, he'd worn dresses before when a plan called for it; but maybe because he was getting older, maybe because the skirt he'd worn was a size too small since he'd grown from last time, something had made Luna go from a giggle to a haunted gasp when she'd seen him.
His second mistake was ignoring her furtive glances at him across the last few weeks. She was looking frazzled nearly all the time now, and sometimes he would see her in the corner of his eye with a weird expression while licking her lips
Letting her corner him alone in the house was his final mistake.
"Heya Link..." the rocker drawled.
"Hi Luna, are you okay?" Lincoln asked in perplexment, the normally chill rocker looked... beaten somehow and her mad eyes were ringed with dark circles where her purple eyeshadow failed to cover. "You look... sick?"
"Sick?" Luna blinked, and her weird smile came over her. "Yeah, but I'll ya somthin' secret..." she leaned to him, making him instinctively lean back into his bed. "I'm feelin' better than I've for a good long time."
"... I'm happy for you?" He squeaked.
"Aww, thanks lil' man," she grinned, then pulled something green from out of the small bag she carried in. "You know, it's been a while we've really hung out an' all that... I've been real busy ya know..."
"Busy with your band?" Lincoln felt himself sweat as the green thing seemed to glow a bit, and the shape seemed intimidating somehow.
"Ah, good guess but nah," Luna suddenly moved forward and scooped him into a weird, too close cuddle. "I've just been thinkin' about some stuff and I had ta... figure somethin' out. Big kids do that sometimes."
"Luna you're being weird," Lincoln tried to wiggle loose, but her grip was suddenly iron around his stomach. "I don't think-"
"But little kids need to figure things out sometimes too," Luna pulled him closer so that he was looking directly at her, giving him a clear view of her flushed cheeks and the way her tongue tip was tracing her upper lip between sentences. "And it's up the to big kids to help 'em out."
"Umm, Luna?" He tried pulling away again, but for all his efforts only found himself being pulled closer until his front flattened against hers and he was forced to crane his head up to look at her. "H-have you been eating your brownies again? Moms said you weren't supps-"
"The 'rent are out for a trip, them an' the others." Luna's fingers started digging into his stomach. "Someone 'ad to stay and look after ya, so it's just us.
Alone."
"Luna I don't- I can feel your-" her soft chest was pressed against his, soft that is except for two hard little- "let me go!"
"Nah... well maybe." Luna looked up and pursed her lips. "We're gonna have a little lesson here, just you an' me."
"What kind of lesson?" He asked with distressed suspicion, the green object in Luna's free hand started flexing as Luna squeezed it.
His eyes darted to the bag and from his new angle he could see some old clothes, like the ones he vaguely remembered a pre-concert Luna had once worn.
"A hands-on one, it's only real way ta' learn," Luna book into his eyes, and he could see some spit trickling down from one corner of her lips. "Tell me lil' bro;
Do ya know what a trap is?"
He didn't.
But not to worry, Luna made sure to thoroughly educate him.
