somethingwithturquoise | Room 204; Thursday Evening [06/08].

Because Summer apparently didn't have enough going on in her life with trying to break her grampa out of space jail, she now had a new very important goal that seemed....slightly easier to achieve. Which wasn't saying much, because Summer apparently was a very ambitious, slightly delusional young lady. However, it didn't take her long to come up with what she thought was a brilliant idea, with but one giant obstacle: Morty.

When she got back to her room, she took a deep breath, rehearsed her speech again in her head, and dialed home.

"Morty, I need your help," she said, before he even had a chance to answer.

"S-Summer, Dad told you to stop...to stop bothering me! He says he knows of a Gromflomite detention school to s-send you to, a real one this time, if you don't...if you don't knock it off!"

"No, no, no, no, wait, Morty, I promise you, this isn't about Grampa Rick. Well, it is, kind of, but it's not about breaking him out of prison this time. I swear. Just hear me out, okay?"

Summer took his silence as a petulant agreement. "Okay, do you remember, when we escaped the wedding and Grampa Rick used that thing to pin down how many Earth-like planets were available that we could live on? Like, he just asked it and it told him?"

She could tell that he wasn't sure he'd like where this was going. "Uh, yeahhhh, why?"

"I need you to find that device for me, Morty. I need it, for a friend, okay? Just...it's too ~~dumb~~ complicated to explain right now, but I need you to poke around the garage and see if he's left it or hidden it anywhere, okay? Please? I'll send you as many boxes of Strawberry Smiggles you want if you manage to find it."

"S-Summer, you know they confiscated most of Rick's stuff, and Dad turned the garage into his own space now. B-besides, that-that thing was on his spaceship. He abandoned us in that spaceship. If-if it's a-a-anywhere, Summer, R-Rick still has it."

"Just check, Morty, god! How hard can it be just to look? What have you got going on that's got you too busy to just look? Making out with Gromflomites for extra pills? Yeah, I bet those little feelers and those huge, sagging ba--"

"God, Summer, stop being a bitch!"

"No, you stop being a bitch, Morty. A little bitch who can't even help out his own dear sister. Just look, okay, Morty? That's all I'm asking. And maybe, just maybe, if you pull through with me on this, I'l...stop bothering you about contacts for Grampa Rick, deal?"

Another pause, but she could tell it was a good pause. "Yeah, okay, I'll look."

Victory! "Thank you, Morty! You're the best little brother ever."

"He's not coming back, Summer! We're all better off without hi---"

Annnnnd click. Enough of that. Summer nodded, pleased with herself, and then flopped belly-down on her bed to catch up with some texts and other notifications, trying not to think about the fact that Morty was probably right.

[[ mostly establishy, but the door is open! ]]

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"Brothers sound like fun," Shiemi had returned to the room late enough to only catch the end of her roommate's call. She smiled and waved some cut flowers at Summer. "I had to cut back some of the night garden flowers. I brought some back!"

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"Oooooh, pretty!" said Summer, because new flowere in the room were a great momentare distraction. "And yeah, they're a total blast, let me tell you."

She rolled her eyes aND rolled back up so she was sitting on the bed to talk to her roommate. "No brothers for you, I take it?"

Lucky...

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"No brothers, just me." Shiemi smiled and set about looking for something to place the flowers in... She was kind of willing to use anything at this point; she had a lot of plants. "I have friends with brothers, though! And they all seem to have fun and really care about each other, too." Well, except for Dante-sempai and Vergil-san.

"Meh." Summer shrugged, because it's not like she would just outright admit she cared for Morty or something. "I guess. He's mostly just a pain in my butt more often than not. But I guess not being an only child means my parents' focus isn't just honed in on me, which would drive me nuts, I think."

"It would," Shiemi agreed heartily. "It's nice to know mom cares so much, but she really does pay too much attention to me at times. Usually when I am trying to make a decision, too."

"It did make it hard to leave, though. She doesn't have anyone with her while I'm away." There was a tiny bit of guilt leaking through in her voice.

"Is he younger? I bet he wants to come here with you when he gets older!" Competing siblings were a thing, she knew.

"So, no Dad in the picture?" Summer asked, head tilting, a little eager to get to know a little bit more about her seemingly sweet and quiet roommate. "And, yeah, Morty's younger, he's fourteen. You know, I never thought about him possibly coming here. I'm sure he would, because this place is loads better than things at home right now, but...I don't know. It's weird thinking of him here. I think he'd pretty much be freaking out the whole time because his socks suddenly didn't match or something. So you can imagine what he'd be like when all this other stuff everyone keeps mentioning starts happening."

"Just me and mom, since Grandma died," Shiemi smiled and shook her head.

"He doesn't like things being out of place either?" She guessed. "I've met some people like that. If one thing in their supply order is incorrect or doesn't match their list, they get upset. Though usually that's because they believe it makes a difference in surviving. I never thought it may have started when they were younger."

She giggled. "He really would have hated the paint rain, wouldn't he?"

"To be fair, I wasn't too fond of that at first, too, but that's just because I didn't know if I would be stuck being blue," Summer said. "Not that it was that bad, I think it's a pretty good color for me, actually, but, you know, it's not what I'm used to, I'd have to change my whole wardrobe, what a pain, you know? But still, I don't think I'd want Morty here, either. He's a total perv and is always an embarrassment. I know he's my brother, but he's also pretty lame."

"Oh! That reminds me! Do you need any new pillows? There will be some ready for harvest soon!"

"Most of the crazy things don't stick, you know." Shiemi was actually pleased that she could pass on this bit of knowledge. "But you have to be careful. Just when you think you've been through the worst... BOOM!" She clapped her hands. "You wake up as a boy!"

"As long as I don't wake up as my dad when that happens," said Summer, "I'll be good."

Because, really, no one should suffer through that once, much less twice.

"Wait, back that up, Shiemi. Did you say something about harvesting pillows?"

"Yep, pillows!" Shiemi nodded. "In the garden. They're all different colours since the paint rain. Only some are large enough to pick, though."

"Like, there are pillows," said Summer. "Growing in the garden?"

When she said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous. And, yet, not nearly as ridiculous as other things she'd dealt with before.

"Are they...comfortable?"

"Uh..." Shiemi had to think about this. "Well, they're squishy?"

"They don't just grow; there's a tree - well, more like a giant bush, really. I call it a 'pillow tree'. I thought it was weird when I got here, too, but it seems to be growing really well. As long as it doesn't kill anyone, I don't see a problem." She had an odd standard for plant life.

"Ah," said Summer, "but what if someone used those pillows to kill someone? But, sure, I'll give one a try. I've never had a pillow that grew on a tree before, and if they're nearly ripe, or whatever, why not? Are any of them pink?"

"That wouldn't be the plant's fault," Shiemi pointed out, shaking a finger at her roommate. "That's the person being wrong."

"And there were lots of pink ones! I think some may turn darker before they can be picked, but I'll give you first choice! There's a really pretty fluffy one I like. I have no idea what to do with the rest."

~~sorry!!~~

Room 204; Thursday Evening [06/08].

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