Pompadour lingered a moment, just short of the group. Button, on the other hand swaggered in, hips bouncing up and down like she was knocking down a wall of vases. It was far too much showing off. But to whom? Because Kate didn't get it. Maybe French Striker was enjoying the view? He looked distracted enough.
When the gaggle of tweens saw Button their battle came to a screeching halt.
The tallest blonde stepped up, arms folded, so imposing one would thought she was standing on a bench. If the girls before were bulls, then she was a damn rhino. Kate was just a few steps too far out of earshot which meant Kate would have to keep staring.
Kate couldn't wait until her implants could get in and she'd be able to listen to their little conversation.
The tall blonde was... unique. Her shorts were just a headband with a middle area. She was showing off just an endless supply of leg. She had a big forehead, hidden by thick and curved bangs rotated and stylish braid that reminded Kate of the most elegant flower bouquet in the world, the most elegant part being the stem of her perfectly straight blonde hair that was tied with some kind of comb that spread her hair again to make it flow free. Mother would have loved it, everything about the ta blonde was naked. Bare feet, tanned bare legs, thin thighs with even thinner fabric and the white tube top, all of it was naked, all but her hair was so elegant it deserved to be see on the top floor.
And in that timeless moment of talking. Kate could see the danger inside of her, because Button, who'd been so sharp eyed and upright before her shoulders dropped, her fingers were fidgeting all over the place. She tugged at her collar and the top of her pants.
Huh, she'd never noticed how 'dressed' Button and Pompadour were.
Blondie's gaze sharped as Button spoke. Blondie's arms crossed the grip tightened, making her shoulders bunch up. Button retreated a little and Pompadour joined the fray, having loosened her grip from French Striker.
Blondie's posture loosened, arms uncrossing as Pompadour pointed to the ceiling.
Kate's heart skipped a beat.
Button had, rather sharply, pointed at the combination of Griff and Kate. Giving the group of girls a target to stare at. Kate hugged Griff tighter before she puffed up like a blowfish.
But stepping up to them felt like a mistake, Griff pinched her.
"Go do mom." He whispered.
She stopped herself from acting out against the boy's pinch and stepped up, pushing Griff forward.
"Time ain't our friend!" Kate said boldly to Button and Pompadour before turning to Blondie, even the blind could see Blondie's position in their little hierarchy. Mother would know how to get ahead of Blondie.
Ahead? Ahead how? Going where Kaitlyn?
Shut up, too late for that thinking!
Kate followed through on her attack.
"My name's Katie Simone, en yours?" she said, at first reaching for a handshake, but girl to girl was stupid for a handshake so she converted it into a cute wave.
Blondie did a great job reminding her of exactly how short Kate was. Kate was being looked down on in the most literal sense of the word. Her forehead was heating up.
"Tha nayme's Triss."
Kate hadn't expected that level of drawl. If anything she'd expected, at most, a ridiculous, Cali girl accent. Mother knew more about using voices than her but even Kate had to wonder how real that voice was.
"So, KateLyn, you got a way fir us te see somin special?"
"Hell yeah, but we gotta hurry, there's a lot of us and a little time left over before we cant do anything fun again."
Blondie eyed Kate up and down. Making her wonder if she was exactly as comfortably dressed as she imagined she was, if maybe there was something missing. No, Mother was clear, a person could be naked and still be amazing, there was only something missing if she believed she was missing something. And so Kate was perfection.
Kate smiled and opened herself up.
"So lets go." Kate finished.
Triss smiled.
Triss. It was important Kate remembered the name. There was a thoughtfulness to her before she finally nodded.