Dreams of Alvin

One day...

"Ughhhh, fucking glarrrre!" Whines Neqtear as she labors looking through the glass, trying to ignore the oppressive light of the sun, gleaming off the glass into her dark brown eyes. She takes the extra couple inches of her hoodie's black arms and hangs them over her eyes with her tiny paws to try shielding herself from the light, like she does in so many other aspects of her life. Looking up at the struggling chipmunk on the window seal, Rap Qween mocks from below, "Oh no, but if the suns in the way, how's Alvin gonna see you through the TV? Oh yeah, he couldn't either way dumbass! Get down from there already! I want to go get lunch already!" Rap Qween rolls her eyes and looks to her left to get Heather's approval, but is annoyed to see the shy squirrel distracted, trying to inhale the dying smoke of a recently used cigarette. Rap Qween stamps her foot and coughs overly loud, glaring at Heather with eyes as piercing as her bright pink pixie cut, and scrunching up her little pierced nose. Heather hears Rap Qween's passive-aggresive protests and looks over quickly, raising her shoulders and lowering her head submissively. Heather whimpers back, with a head so low that making eye contact with Rap Qween hides her bright green eyes almost entirely, "Sorry Qweenie. My dad did the thing again... I really needed a smoke." Qweenie's glare softens to a stern, but concerned look, her eyes snap back to Neqtear. She stares for a second, annoyed, paws firmly pushed against her cubby sides that she swears is just "extra long furr." After considering her next witty comment she squeaks at Neqtear, "I said come down for there! Or those makeup tears on your cheek are gonna be washed away by your real tears!"