of all the stars

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lyra 💫
why?

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you know all of our favorites but idk yours and there's a shit ton of candy on sale at target rn for halloween

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lyra 💫
I'll feel super guilty if you get me anything

lyra 💫
...but snickers

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okay then I totally won't get you anything ;)

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lyra 💫
somehow I'm not convinced lol

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yeah I'm not very convincing

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oh well

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lyra 💫
guess I'm about to sugar load before the game

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eh it's fine

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kat does that everyday and she's still alive surprisingly

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lyra 💫
are we sure kat is the best person to take health advice from?

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no-yes

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lyra 💫
alright sounds great to me

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solid

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you'll be fine. I'll only get the 2 pound bag instead of 5

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lyra 💫
ki...

lyra 💫
you know what

lyra 💫
okay. just okay.

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:)

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Ki paced around her room, gripping at her hair while desperately trying not to trip on the Target bags she left on the floor.

Shori had sent her out to get candy for the upcoming trick or treat their neighborhood was doing that Thursday.

He had gotten all pissy because Ki was skipping handing out candy with him and Andi for the championship game.

Honestly though, Ki thought it was a pretty fair excuse.

Sorry Shori! My soon-to-be-girlfriend has a soccer game that I have to be overly supportive at!

He wasn't very good at hiding his cheesy grin when she told him it was because of Lyra. Shori was her number one supporter, and this was just making him a giddy teenage shipper all over again.

Her foot caught on one of the bags, making loud sounds with the plastic as she shook the handle away from her.

"Aghhhhhhh..." She groaned, throwing her head up towards the ceiling in frustration.

The sun was going down, making it harder and harder to see where things were on her floor as she paced around in front of her closet door.

"Okay so it's inside... you only need one layer, right?" She spoke to herself as she slid over a few different sweatshirts.

"But what if Lyra gets cold?" She contemplated as she pulled out a dark red sweatshirt.

"Fuck." She threw it over towards her bed.

"Wait... just bring a jacket on top of that!" Ki smacked herself on the forehead as she pulled out her black jeans jacket from the back of her closet.

She looked over the jacket as she slid it off the hanger, pondering taking off the 'give me some space' pin.

"Nah it adds character." She shrugged as she threw the jacket to the end of her bed as well.

"Is it too much to wear a black jacket on black jeans?" She asked herself, pulling her ripped black jeans from off the floor.

She held them up and inspected the two colors of jean material, making sure the jacket matched the jeans so they weren't two different shades of black.

"I mean if they match it's fine, right?" She tilted her head over, inspecting the two.

Ki laid out the jeans on the bed right underneath the combo she had already put together.

It looked comfortable. And warm-ish.

But was it too casual?

What if Lyra was wearing something totally adorable and Ki just looked like normal Ki?

Skating was something that would come naturally to her. The ice had never been her problem, she'd been skating since her dad put her in figure skating lessons when she was 4.

Her problem was the date portion.

What the fuck do you do on a date?

What the fuck do you wear on a date?

She nervously bit her lip as she studied the outfit she had laid out on the bed.

At least it matched.

It would have to do.

She'd figure out the rest as she'd go.