Loan is perfectly fine [Lemy/Loan/Lyra] [/tlvg/]

>Loan is hanging out with Lemy and everything is fine
>Perfectly fine, you wouldn’t believe how fine it is
>If someone were to tell you that
>Loan is perfectly fine with the situation, she’s playing some Call of Duty and Lemy is reading some comics
>in his underwear
>Did anyone mention how- Loan looks over as Lemy scratches his thigh
>Shit! Her K:D is tanking and the team is yelling at her, but most of them are about Lemy’s age so... she’s having trouble placing these feelings
>Surprise, Loan not knowing how to deal with emotions and sexual thoughts, haha
>Good one
>”H-hey, Lemy? You want to play for a bit?” Loan says, waggling the controller near his head.
>”Uh, sure...” Lemy says. “Is it like the older ones?”
>”Yeah, pretty much, come here and I show you how to play.”
>Loan hands the controller to Lemy and then wraps her arm around him to show him the buttons.
>”O-oh, I’m not sure if the cable can reach. Y-you can sit here, on my lap.”
>”Sure.” Lemy say as he sets his comic down and scoots over.
>Aaah, this is great! This fantastic! Loan thinks to herself. Lemy’s lithe frame pressing against her, his little butt rubbing against her as she spreads her legs. She’s so glad she forgot underwear today... and Lemy just died again, so a chorus of teenage boys are cussing her out and calling her garbage!
>It’s almost a bit too much as Loan finds her hands have minds of their own, groping her tits over her sweatshirt, rustling Lemy’s hair, and-
>Oh! Then Lemy gets on a killstreak! He’s a kill-stealing sack of shit too! He’s squirming that butt against her. Everyone in the chat is calling her worthless and shameful. And they’re right! They’re so right! She’s about to-
>”Lemy! What in Christ’s Name are you doing!?” Lyra shouts.
>Loan wants to die in a way that she only feels when she misses her meds
>”I’m just playing some video games! Lyra, jeez...”
>”Get some clothes on!”
>Loan wants to cry