OTP Prompts But Its COATS And Mostly Platonic

|Thirteen| Sims

"I forgot why I came downstairs." Ty said from the middle of the room where they stood, looking around as if something might jog their memory.

Cookie leaned back on two legs of her chair, relying on her grip on the table to keep her from falling. In front of her was a half-finished chess game, and across from her was Shawm, who was wining.

"That's because we're all just a real life version of Sims," Cookie said, eyes sliding down to the board as Shawm took her turn, then using her free hand to slide her Bishop a few squares, stealing Shawm's last knight, before continuing, "and god just cancelled your action."

"Oh shut up," Ty scoffed, taking one more look around the room before turning on their heel in the direction of the stairs, "I'm going back upstairs."

Cookie's call of "you'll be back" was cut off was Shawm nudged the front legs of her chair slightly, sending Cookie crashing backwards into a lump of limbs and betrayal on the floor.