Did somebody say cookies?

Who: Cheyenne and Glitch
Where: Cheyenne's house
When: Mid-Afternoon

It had been a busy day for Glitch. She'd moved everything possible out of the "downstairs" bedroom so she would never have to go down there again, then had spent half the morning arranging everything perfectly in her new house. She was happy to see that this one seemed to be all her own and that she felt no reason to not arrange it to her liking. Then it had been time for a quick shower and coloring her hair a very bright orange before getting outside. She'd been inside far too long and was ready to feel the fresh air she'd so briefly felt a few days before.

The day was nice and she'd thoroughly enjoyed just taking a jog around the town. It really wasn't a bad little town, and it seemed like everything was open for business again- the boarded up buildings were opened up at least, so she could get supplies and get the girls into the bar later if she wanted. But she'd made a promise, so she headed over to Cheyenne's house. She knocked on the door, still stretching her legs out as she did. "Cheyenne!" she shouted with a chirp. "Mommy's home!"

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Cheyenne squeaked as she heard Glitch, and she immediately rushed over to the door, threw it open, and glommed onto the colorful other girl. "There's my girl!!" she said happily, hugging her tight. Let it never be said that Cheyenne was afraid to show her affections. The experiment really hadn't bled that out of her system. Sort of at all, so people got glommed. Or, some people did. It wasn't like she was going to do that to some other experiment veterans like she and Glitch were. Brett, for example, while she'd seen him, wasn't getting a hug.

 - ..

Glitch embraced the other woman, holding her tightly and giving her a quick, friendly kiss on the cheek. "Hey there, you sexy bitch," she said, laughing and chirping a little. She didn't mind the glomming at all, especially from a cutie like Cheyenne. Glitch was just as outgoing as Cheyenne, and the past few weeks of being mostly cut off from the rest of the world had been really hard on her. And while some of the people she'd met since had been decent enough, there was just something special about the people she had spent so much time with. You didn't go through the type of crap they had without forming some tight bonds. Well, most people didn't. "You holding up all right, babe?" she asked, twitching her head to the left and barking briefly.

 - .

Mirroring Glitch's smooch, Cheyenne gave her one as well, then took her arm to lead her inside and towards the kitchen where various baked goods now lived. "I'm doing alright. Still adjusting? And I've got wicked bad agoraphobia now." she said while making a face. "But whatever, I guess I'll just have to deal with it, right? And I'll have some help! I'm getting a roomie! This sweet guy put a note on the journals asking for one, and I guess I'm the only one who replied. His name's will, and he doesn't want to be alone, so...hey. He's going to move here...he should be here later? I think?" she said, ignoring the bark. With Glitch, you just learned to do that. Like she didn't really hear all the random exclamations anymore, the chirps, the odd sounds. You got used to it.

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"Oh, I'm hanging-" chirp! "-hanging in there. I'm the opposite way though. Not loving the closed spaces." Glitch snapped her fingers a couple of times as she entered the kitchen. It smelled nice in here, like an old Emmylou Harris song. "Smells great in here, sweetie," she said, clearing her throat and barking. "You've definitely been a busy busy!" She hopped up on the counter and sat there, her legs swinging. "Roomie, huh? Pretty nifty, if that's what you're into. Cock! I dunno if I want a room mate again. They tend to mess things up right after you've got everything right where it's supposed be-be." She smiled and twitched her head back to the left again. It was nice being around people who were used to her little idiosyncracies for a change. While she wasn't ashamed of herself by any means, it was kind of tiresome having to explain herself to everyone.

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Cheyenne held out a cookie towards Glitch's lips, planning on feeding her a bite. "Open!" she said. "And I don't know, he just seemed kinda lost-puppy, y'know? Sweet, and I don't mind being around people. I like people. It might be nice, just knowing someone's in the next room if anything happened." she said. Like it would be nice knowing Ronnie was right nearby too. "What can I say, I'm a social creature at heart." she said with a sweet smile. "Of course, if he turns out to be a crazy psycho, you can completely tell me you told me so." she added.

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"Puppies are cute," Glitch chirped and cleared her throat, "long as they don't crap on the carpet." She twitched her head to the left a couple of times. "Course, when they do that, you just rub their nose in it a little and swat their ass with a newspaper-paper." She smiled and snapped her fingers. "Who knows, this dude might be into it." She chirped again, and opened her mouth for her cookie. She'd always loved hanging out with Cheyenne. She felt like Cheyenne was one of the few people who really "got" her, and had accepted her quickly, barks, cocks, and all. Plus she had a cute ass and a voice that was a lovely yellowish-silver color.

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"I'm fairly certain he's housebroken? But I'll keep you posted on that." she said with a laugh. "Makes me miss sparky though, all this talk of puppies. I want our mechanical doggie back!" she said, feeding the cookie to Glitch. Then she stood back, watching her friend. "Are they good? Not too much cinnamon in them? Because I added cinnamon, even if the recipie didn't exactly call for it, I thought I'd be creative and all, but I'm not sure if it worked, but...is it okay?" She liked getting honest assessments from people, and she didn't expect anything but that from Glitch. It was one of the many reasons she really adored the girl.

 - ..

"Oh, shit, Sparky!" Glitch said with a chirp and a laugh as she chewed the cookie. "God, that dog-dog was fucking awesome! Cock! I swear that thing was more miswired than me!" She took a moment to enjoy the cookie, snapping her fingers as she thought. "It's not bad... but you might have-" she chirped again, a couple of crumbs going flying, "-might have overdone the cinnamon a little. Now that I'm smelling it, it's like... the cookies smell like a nice Patsy Cline song and the cinnamon smells like you've thrown an electric guitar in. Not necessarily bad, but a little out of place. If that makes any sense." She barked, covering her mouth to keep any more crumbs from escaping. Glitch's descriptions often only made sense to Glitch and no one else.

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Used to the kind of wacky analogies with the sensory-switchy-changey going on, Cheyenne nodded. "Okay, thanks for being honest, next time I'll hold myself back on that score!" she assured Glitch. She had other cookies too though, and cake still, so maybe it wasn't a total loss or anything. "And you are not miswired. You're unique." Cheyenne told her friend firmly with a grin and a wink. "Sparky thoug--our puppy! I miss our puppy. He was great. Though half the time I wonder if people wouldn't freak if they did see him again. A little too much negative connotation and all."

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Glitch smiled back and twitched her head left as she finished the cookie. "Thanks, kiddo. It's nice having people-" chirp! "-around who get me. I think I freaked this one chick out a little at the other house," she said as she hopped up on a empty part of counter. "Posy or some flowery shit like that." She cleared her throat a couple of times and snapped as she lazily kicked her legs. "There was a blind chick who seemed pretty cool, though," she said, snapping and twitching. "She agreed that Brett was Captain Bringdown as much as cock! the rest of us-of us. So that's a point for her, at least." She smiled as she thought about Sparky and the times down in the tunnels. "I know it seems like a lot of us got out, but man, I wonder," chirp! bark! "what the hell happened to everyone else? Are they just going to randomly show up one day? Or are they... Cock! Cock in my ass!" She let the sentence fall there, not really wanting to think about it. Especially since a lot of them probably had thought the same about her until she just appeared.