After school

'Indigo...?'

'I'm upstairs!'


'Oh my God... What are you painting?!'


'...It's a commission.'

'But...those are horses having se-'

'- I know.'


'But...why?'

'Because I'm still only just starting out. Believe me, I don't want to waste my time painting ponies or peoples' fursonas fucking, but the freaks have money and are willing to throw it away on this kind of shit.'

'Can you...um, turn the easel around? It's really awkward to look at...'

'Welcome to my world. But you're right, good idea. I should take a break anyway.'


'...It's a good job none of the neighbours can see through the windows here... You might get known as the "horse porn girl".'


'Jesus. If anyone starts to refer to me as "The Clopper", I'm going to shove my paintbrush so far up their nose, the bristles'll tickle their tonsils.'


'But anyway, enough of that. How was your first day at school?'


'Kind of a mixed bag, to be honest...'

'...What happened?'


'Well... Some of the girls there were kinda mean, and they didn't like me much...'


'Are you saying you're being bullied again already?!'

'N-No, it wasn't all that bad, really...!

'For fuck's sake. What happened? Did they get physical?'

'Not really...'


'...What do you mean, "not really"?'

'Well, um, one of them did grab me - but nothing else happened! Someone stepped in!'

'...Good.'


'Yeah... Um, anyway, this girl Hazel stepped in when they grabbed me. Um, she told them to leave me alone -'

'- How many of these cunts were there?'

'...Three. But, yeah, Hazel stood up to them. She, um, she got them to go away and told me to tell her if it happens again. She said she'd get them to stop.'


'Well, I'm glad someone had your back at least.'

'Yeah. We both have chemistry together, too.'

'Cool.'


'So when do our separate beds arrive...?'

'Shouldn't be much longer, hopefully. Few more days, tops?'

'Oh good... Because I can't masturbate when we have to share.'


'...Too much info, Wednesday. Too much fucking info.'