"Hey! Did somebody take my ice-cream?"
Six shrunk down into his oversized pyjamas with a guilty expression and Eight stifled a laugh. "I'll buy you some more if you want." He offered, subtly indicating that it was his fault his ice-cream was gone.
Five sighed, but smiled warmly. "No, it's okay." He ruffled Six's hair affectionately and Six practically mewled. "I'll take you for ice-cream if you want." Nine mumbled, tapping at his phone screen absentmindedly. Five looked somewhat surprised, but laughed. "I'll hold you to that, then." He said, before stepping out of the room. Nine looked up wearing an expression that showed he hadn't intended for Five to accept his offer.
(Nine looked into the camera like he was on The Office.)
The majority of the group were cramped together in the living room. Eight, Six and Seven were all sat on the couch together. Nine was sat one one comfy chair beside them and One and Two were squeezed comfortably on the other. Nobody decided to point that out though. They looked far too happy to be interrupted.
"Is anybody gonna cook or are we just gonna get takeout?" Seven looked around, noticing the kitchen was dark and empty. She, as a rule, didn't cook. She couldn't. She could make salads and cold food just fine, but for the life of her, she could not cook.
"Takeout sounds good." Nine commented, now researching nearby ice-cream places.
Six scampered off to the kitchen, before returning with an armload of various takeout menus. "What does everybody fancy?" He asked, dumping them on the wooden coffee table. Eight leant over, sifting through a few menus, looking for something that took his fancy. "I dunno...I kinda feel like chicken."
"I want Chinese."
"I kinda want curry."
"I don't care."
Eight grunted in annoyance. "You all had to go and pick completely different things." He remarked drily. "Hey, Chinese takeout does curry and chicken as well." Nine said, defensively.
"Well...what do Five and the twins want?" Seven pushed herself up from the couch. "I'll go get them." She said, as she bolted up the stairs. In the meantime, that left the others to discuss it amongst themselves.
"I really don't care. I'm just really hungry." One muttered, watching Two looked through a Chinese takeout menu. "Mm, I don't really mind either..." Two murmured, eyes skimming the menu. "What do you want, Six?" He asked, passing him the menu. Six shrugged, eyes turning towards the door.
The twins waved at everybody.
"I haven't seen you two for a while. What've you been doing?" Two asked.
"They've been working overtime at the library." Seven told them, falling down into her spot next to Eight. The twins crawled up onto Nine's chair and sat beside him, effectively squishing him in a twin sandwich.
The twins were fairly young uni graduates, having moved over to attend on a scholarship. After they graduated, they decided living here was nice, and decided to stay. They worked at the local library, often working early mornings and into the late hours of the night.
Both were fairly short and slim, with fluffy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. They both wore the same outfit, including their beloved blue hoodies. Eight wasn't sure if he'd ever seen them without them.
"What do you guys want?" Eight asked, gesturing to the piles of takeout menus. The twins looked over a few of them, before grabbing a Chinese takeout menu. "Well I think it's safe to say we're getting Chinese then. Write down what you want." Seven said, fishing her phone out of her pocket.
Once everybody had written down their orders, and Seven had placed said order, they all pooled their change together to pay for it. Eight found a note in his back pocket and Six dumped a handful of coins on the table in the most unhelpful fashion possible. After they managed to find enough money to pay for it all (because getting takeout for 9 people is inherently expensive) they all piled themselves on the couch and chairs and watched TV.
It wasn't often they all sat down and did something like this, but when they did it was always enjoyable (except from the times they played monopoly, those times were always utterly and irredeemably awful). A lot of the time, people like One and Six didn't actually watch television, so their reactions to odd things were always rather entertaining.
"You're free tomorrow, right?"
Five looked up from his bowl, mouth full of food. "W-hfuh?" He choked slightly, in confusion. Nine slurped up a few of his noodles. "You wanted me to take you to get ice cream. I found a place in town. We can go tomorrow if you're free." He murmured, shyly. Five went a little bit pink, obviously not expecting Nine to actually take him, but he smiled warmly. "I'd...like that." He replied, quietly.
"Jeez why don't you two kiss already." Seven teased, poking Nine with her chopsticks. Nine recoiled, clearly flustered. "Shut up." He retorted, weakly. Seven laughed.
"I don't see you getting any." One remarked, raising an eyebrow at Seven. Seven stared at One across the table, chewing the inside of her cheek. "I haven't really met anybody my type." She said, with a secretive smile. "That so? Who's your type then? What do you typically look for in a partner?"
"A vagina."
Over half of the people at the table choked on their food, including One. "A...what now?" Seven went slightly pink. "Do I gotta say it again?" She said, around a mouthful of food.
"So...women, then?" Two clarified, pushing his empty bowl in front of him. Seven nodded silently. One looked up from his food. "Are you telling me, when you said you haven't met anybody your type, you've never met another girl before?"
"No, that's not what I meant!" Seven exclaimed. "I meant...yeah, I look for girls, but...none of them are my type, y'know." She said, quietly. Eight looked around at the other people at the table. "Did...she just come out to us?"
"'She', is sitting right here!" Seven snapped, waving her chopsticks. Eight raised his hands in defense. "Hey, I know, but what took you so long to tell us?" He demanded. Seven looked momentarily taken aback. "Eh? I dunno...I wasn't sure if...'some of you' would freak out." She said, glancing over at One, who looked rather offended.
"You thought I'd freak out because you're a lesbian?" One asked, incredulously. Seven looked vacant for a moment, but she nodded. "Kinda...?" She shrugged. Eight sniggered from behind his hand. "He's the last of us that would freak out over your preferences." He muttered. Seven raised an eyebrow.
"Well..." Two began, "...perhaps now is a good time to mention that One and I are an item." He said, forcing back a shy smile. There were a few wide eyes and a few eye rolls.
"About time." Nine mumbled, shoving some rice into his mouth.
"What?" One said, sharply. Nine grinned. "The amount of sexual tension between you is incredible." He said, grasping at the air as if grasping at the sexual tension itself. Two looked thoughtful.
"He has a point."
"No, he does not!"
teeny tiny chapter with a teeny tiny lesbian and a teeny tiny setup for a date~
