red to blue

“Interesting tatoos.”

“Thanks.”

“So, are you going to join this Umbrella group, or not?”

“Don’t know. Depends on how the shrimp goes.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Food is my guide.”

“I hear ya.”

—–

“So, where’re you from?”

“Place called Spoiled Rotten.”

“For real?”

“Yeah. Got 4 daddies. And one biological one too although I usually don’t count him. 3 daddies, then. No: 4. Forgot about Fred.”

“You sound like quite the catch (!). Is it the tattoos? Should I get some? Who would you recommend? *What* would you recommend?”

“Tattoos?” She was only half listening to that last paragraph, instead thinking about Fred and how she needs to call him.

“Yeah.”

She readjusted her colorful legs, a story on each one. She spoke in general. “You have to appease your daddies so stuff like ‘I’m yours,’ or ‘Daddy’s baby’.”

“Lemme guess,” the untattooed one said back. “Even though *you’re* in control.” Observing from her position, she was thinking: 3 9’s make a 6.

“Yeah baby.” Both giggle.

“How about you?”

“Oh, a nowhere place. Vanilla mom and dad. An uncle who was a prevert. That’s why they sent me away.”

“To this camp, yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Well…?” Same for her? she was pondering. Could she have found, a friend?

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