Only came to #VanDyneCelebration for the food, and is casually leaning on a wall, eating it.

“Rude.”

Why is this a thing—?

“At least he’s wearing pants.”

But why contribute—? Uhhhh— it’s not bad—

“.... it’s not the best consolation.”

So he took his shirt off—? Ugh. He has a nice body. That’s not even opinion, it’s just fact.

Oh, she’s judging. And her gaze is locked entirely on the ground. “Can you put some clothes back on now?”

So has she. Judgement is still there. Finally, she could look back up. Her own cheeks had a slight tinge of red to them, but not as much as his. “Thanks–. That’s actually a lot better.”

“I guess I’ve seen you in less—.” Because now was probably the absolute worst time to bring up their pheromone filled past, why not? They were kind of at a stand still, yeah. How to recover from awkward nudity?

“What? Hated that I walked in on you, flaunting around in a towel? No, that part I did hate. I just said your body was good.” How bright could she make him go? Well, she frankly prefers not having pheromones mess with her mind, actually.

“Oh— right.” Cindy just blinked for a moment. “/Oh/. I—“ She closed her mouth, trying to think of what to say. She came up with absolutely nothing.

“I— I don’t know!” She spoke a little too quickly. “It was a pretty confusing time for me. I was.... feeling a lot of feelings. And I wasn’t sure which were mine or not. So— I don’t know.”

A pause. “I don’t know, Pete. I already told you. Maybe? Maybe not? It’s just— It’s not usually how I like a relationship to go.”

She’s just hanging upside from the ceiling, eating some spam. As one does on a Friday night.

“Why /wouldn’t/ you?”

Rude.

Finally someone who gets it!

“Speak for yourself!”

No. It’s just an acquired taste.