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"Hey, I got a question."
"I may have an answer," Bobby said from where he was hurriedly looking over a last minute contract addition.
Mira leaned back against one of the struts holding up the lighting, and Rumi could tell that she was more sincerely annoyed than usual. "We literally just won our third idol awards, what the fuck are we doing on 'Play Games With Us' like we're a bunch of wannabes or never-weres?"
"That's why we're on 'Play Games With Us'!" Zoey had been bouncing excitedly for most of the pre-show, and she hopped in front of Mira, eyes shining. "Part of the Honmoon is connecting with our fans! If we're too untouchable, then it gets harder for us to do that, so we do fun silly things like this!"
"Not sure what a 'Honmoon' is, but yeah, what she said," Bobby said, grabbing a pen and rapidly crossing out a sentence.
Mira sighed. "Hate that you have an actual answer."
"This is one of the most watched shows in the country," Rumi said, though having watched a few episodes herself, she wasn't sure why.
"That says terrible things about the other shows," Mira grumbled, and Rumi did her best not to agree with her out loud.
"But you know a lot of people hate watch it, right? Or love-hate watch it? So you can connect with them!" Zoey said.
"Hm. Watching some stupid bullshit out of sheer spite?" Mira shrugged. "Yeah, those sound like my people. Guess there's a demo everywhere."
"See, you love the fans just as much as we do!" Zoey gave Mira a quick sideways hug and popped onto her toes to press a smooch to her cheek, and Mira rolled her eyes and hugged her back before she bolted away again.
Rumi felt her face getting redder at that. She still wasn't used to the two of them being so openly affectionate in front of her. She was 97% sure they were dating, and it wasn't as if they were being at all subtle or trying to hide that fact, but nobody had outright said it yet. Either way, seeing them kiss and the way they would smile at each other did all kinds of weird things to her that she was still sort of stumbling through how to deal with.
"Alright, here's your contract," Bobby handed the newly marked up paper back to the show's lawyers, and after a bit of bickering, it seemed like everything was locked up. "Good. They listened about the clothing restrictions. You girls should be good to go."
"Thank god we won't have to wear anything embarrassing at least," Mira said.
"Aww, I'd totally wear something embarrassing." Zoey looked genuinely a bit sad that she wouldn't get to be embarrassed. Rumi didn't get it at all.
"Of course you would." Mira smirked and ruffled Zoey's hair, making her whine about how hard their "hair people" worked and how Mira was messing it all up, and the interaction made warmth bubble up into Rumi's chest.
It also caused her some very mixed-up emotions, though.
Mira and Zoey...were they a thing? They always seemed like they might kind of be a thing. But Rumi had never actually managed to ask, and it wasn't as if she had ever had any relationships (friendly, romantic, or otherwise) to compare this to. They would tell her if they were a thing, right? They were friends, right? They knew she'd support them, right? Of course she would! That's what friends do!
So why did it make her feel so complicated to think about it?
Maybe it was just the hypocrisy, considering her own secrets. But that was different. That was...yeah. Having demon patterns was a whole other thing.
"On in two!" Someone yelled, and Zoey squealed excitedly, flapping the energy out of her hands as best she could.
Mira sighed and straightened her back, cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders as she faced the stage. "Alright, people. Time to win some stupid prizes."
Rumi nodded, face serious. "Happy fans, happy Hoooon-moon!"
Zoey and Mira bumped their fists against hers, then Rumi put on her award-winning smile and led the girls out to the sounds of the show's cheesy theme. "Welcome, everybody, welcome!" The first host yelled. "Here to Play Games With Us, we've got a very special set of guests! Fresh off of their third Idol Award, you know them, you love them! Iiiiiit's Huntr/x!" The three of them walked out to the massive cheering crowd, and seeing that, Rumi could feel how happy it made all of them. Once things calmed, they gave their hellos and introductions, Mira at least managing to be displeased in an amusing way, and Zoey grinning and mugging for the camera, doing her best to drag her two bandmates shenaniganward.
"Well, since you're so excited to get started—" one host said to Zoey.
"And you're so excited to see me suffer—" the other said to Mira, who let a ghost of a smirk crack onto her lips.
"How about the two of you come and spin the..."
"WHEELS! OF! TORTURE!" The audience joined the hosts in their chant, and Rumi quietly thanked whatever was listening to her prayers that Bobby had managed to get the pegs for the most humiliating options removed before they started. So Zoey bounded over to one wheel, Mira sashayed to the other (could she move without sashaying? The jury was still out), and the two grabbed the spokes and whirled them, probably with considerably more force than they usually saw. With how enthusiastically Zoey threw her whole weight into the spin, Rumi was half worried the wheel would hop its axel and start chasing one of them.
Mira's wheel landed on "HEART ATTACK, CARDIO MASSACRE!!!", and though Zoey's kept spinning for an awkward length of time, it eventually drifted past the baby clothes option (thank you so much, Bobby) and stopped at "TONGUE TERROR, THE SPICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!!!" As soon as it did, Zoey whooped and tossed her fists into the air.
"Well, friends, it seems like Huntr/x has rolled us up a treat today! It's time to feel the burn with this heart-stopping, mouth-watering game...FEEL THE HEARTBURN!" As the audience cheered, Rumi caught a look on Zoey's face that told her she was actively rewriting that intro in her head to be punchier, and she had to hide a snort. "So, hunters," A microphone was abruptly in Rumi's face, "do you think that you're up for the challenge? Because my handsome co-host here has quite a spicy tooth, and he's been doing this for a while."
Given that they were literal demon slayers who performed for multi-hour concerts, Rumi would have thought they'd be more worried about the cardio (not that the general public knew about that first part). But before she decided how to respond, Mira stepped in and yanked the mic up to her own lips. "Yeah, I'm gonna destroy all of you. Sorry, not sorry."
Zoey made an affronted noise and hopped angrily a few times on the stage. "Mi-raaaaa!" The two of them were playing up their respective personas, and Rumi could see the slight tension in Mira's face that said she was fighting a smile. Zoey was far more obviously enjoying this, though she still puffed up her cheeks and pouted as she crossed her arms. "You're the worst!"
"That hubris is going to get you in trouble one of these days," Rumi said with a smile, knowing for a fact that that hubris would have Mira in digestive agony for most of tomorrow.
Mira shrugged and gave Rumi a smirk. "Got me this far." And something about having her look down at her made the hairs on the back of Rumi's neck stand up in a way she inexplicably liked.
"It seems that Huntr/x's own spice queen has thrown down the gauntlet! Will our Superstar and American flavors be able to compete for the title and the ramyeon?" Oh, if they were actually fighting for ramyeon, this would be so much more serious, and Rumi would annihilate them. Though from the looks both Zoey and Mira gave her at that, she knew they wouldn't make it easy on her.
"Just for that, I'm definitely going to make sure I beat you specifically!" Zoey pointed up at Mira. "And then I'll write a diss track about how you flew too close to the sun!"
"And I'll start getting choreo ready for when I dance on your grave."
Oh god, those two so wanted to kiss each other right now. Rumi didn't know if they'd actually do it, but she interposed herself between them nevertheless. "Now now, girls, remember, we've got another competitor in the mix," she gestured towards the cohost, who was honestly looking a little intimidated, and she didn't really blame him. "And he's the one who has the experience. So let's see what we're up against when he...plays games with uuuuus!" She sang the dumb jingle and the audience went wild, and Rumi could feel the affection in the gentle shove Mira gave her.
"Alright!" The primary host went into an overlong explanation that ultimately boiled down to "do the obstacle courses while eating increasingly spicy peppers. If you fall or drink the milk at the loser table, you lose." And these obstacle courses were ones that Rumi knew for a fact that all three of them could do in their sleep. Normally she'd expect them to know to fall off or fail at a reasonable point, but Mira and Zoey were actually getting competitive here (which kind of made Rumi want to too, but she tamped that instinct down). Hopefully they wouldn't end up getting a talking-to from Celine about maintaining the public's unawareness. She was sure all of them could do without any more of those.
For the first two courses/peppers, things were relatively calm. Zoey was going out of her way to do the courses quickly, and Mira was going out of her way to do them beautifully, so Rumi took it upon herself to look like she was struggling a bit. It was the third pepper where things started getting chaotic. Rumi took her habanero pepper with relative ease, though her mouth and throat weren't particularly happy with her. Mira just tossed hers into the air and gulped it down like it was nothing. But Zoey...
"You nervous?" Mira smirked.
"What? No! I'm not nervous! Why would I be nervous!" Zoey said, even less convincingly than she probably intended. "I literally eat these things for breakfast! Literally literally!" She definitely didn't, and of the three of them, Rumi knew that her spice tolerance was the lowest. Which was why trying to out-spice Mira was a very stupid idea, but given what a stupid show they were on, she supposed this was the right place to do dumb things.
"You were panting like a dog with the jalapeño."
"Was not!" Zoey shot back at Mira. She definitely was. But apparently that button push was enough to give her the strength to chomp down on the pepper and swallow it before straightening back up. "H-hah! Who's pa...panting like a do-hooo-hhoog nnow?"
"Definitely you," Mira said.
"Yeah, it's kind of you, Zoey," Rumi moved over and put a hand on her shoulder as Zoey bounced on her toes, flapping her hands at her rapidly reddening face.
"A-aaaah! Nooo I jus---justh have my thongue out for unr–*HEEP!* unre–*EEK*–l-lated *HEEKUP!* re–*HEEK*–sons!" It was only her skills as a rapper that let Zoey get those words out at all, as she started squeaking and bouncing incredibly rapidly, high-pitched noises popping out of her wide open mouth as her shoulders hopped underneath Rumi's hand. It was only after the sentence that she seemed to realize what was happening, continuing to bounce, but covering her mouth and letting out a stuttering "Aa–*UK*–a-aaaaa–*HIUP*–ahhhh!"
"Oh my god," when Rumi turned to look at Mira (something she found oddly hard to do at the moment, feeling her face heat more), she saw her covering her mouth too, and could tell that she was avoiding showing too much obvious emotion while her stage persona was on. "Zoey, that is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life," she said, pulling her hand away to reveal a smirk that Rumi knew was forcibly pared down from a wide grin.
"It seems that Zoey has run into a couple hiccups with her plan!" The first host said, and the audience laughed. Right, hiccups, that's what those were. Rumi couldn't think of the last time she'd seen anybody with them. Her eyes were pulled back into Zoey's orbit: to her flushed face, the way her neck kept caving in, how rapidly her body was bouncing, and her stomach spasming openly under her crop top, all the while flapping her hands with embarrassment and squeaking over and over again.
It had been years since Rumi had seen anyone with them. Were they always this distracting?
"You know, there's a niiiice, coooooool glass of milk waiting right there for you on the loser's table," Mira said. "Bet that'd wash those spicy hiccups right away."
"Uuaa–*EEP*–aaa–*EEKUP*–aaah...*HEEKUPHEEKUPHEEK!*" Zoey made miserable little noises between all of her hiccups, and the way her eyes darted to the milk, it seemed like she was considering it.
For reasons she couldn't really explain, Rumi couldn't let that happen. "Come on, Zoey!" She put her hands on both of her shoulders and turned them to face each other, feeling how her body kept jerking beneath her touch, trying to force itself up and back all at once. "Are you gonna let Mira beat you after just the third pepper?"
After a couple huffs and more than a few hiccups, Zoey suddenly wrenched her head down from where she had been panting up at the ceiling. "No...*HICCULP* way. *HEELK!*" And from the look in her eyes and the way she bolted off into the obstacle course, Rumi realized she may have fanned the flames quite a bit more than she intended to.
"Oooh, is the leader playing faaaavoriiiiites?" The host asked. It was rhetorical, but it was also a really good question. What the hell was Rumi doing? A quick glance at Mira and her arched eyebrows told Rumi that she would have loved to know the answer to that too. But glancing quickly was all she could do, because her eyes were stuck to Zoey, dodging and weaving through the obstacles at high speed, but visibly off balance because of her hiccups, which her heavy breathing just seemed to be making worse. And all the sounds she was making...
Wait, was this—
"HAH! *HEELK!*" Zoey slammed down the button at the end of the obstacle course, definitely setting a new record, then sprinted back over to the other side, standing on her toes so she could get right up in Mira's face. "Be–*HEEP*–eat that! *HEEKUP-HEEK!*"
"Mmm, nah." Mira gave Zoey a little push over towards Rumi, one that Zoey seemed legitimately surprised by, though she rolled with it easily. "I'd rather take my sweet time, if it's all the same to you."
Okay, Mira had that look in her eyes. That one look. The "I'm figuring something out here and also fucking with you" look. Rumi wasn't sure if Zoey ever picked up on it, she was pretty terrible at reading people, but whenever Rumi saw that look, she knew Mira was about to pull something. She didn't have to wonder what it would be for long, as Mira started weaving and dancing her way through the obstacle course.
Oh god dammit, she was making it sexy. Why on earth was she doing that? Not that Huntr/x or Mira in particular were above fanservice, but why would she decide to put on a show like this now?
The good news was that Rumi was significantly less distracted by that than she normally would be. The bad news was that it was because her eyes kept getting magnetically drawn to Zoey, who was playfully jeering Mira between desperate pants and hiccups. Okay, this was officially getting weird.
After finishing the obstacle course in an unbelievably unnecessary pose, Mira came back over, the weirdest little smirk on her face as she looked down at Rumi. Rumi swallowed, then crossed her arms and looked back up. "Just because you can, Mira, doesn't mean you should." That got a decent laugh from the audience, and Mira shrugged shamelessly before joining Rumi's opposite side and watching as Zoey cheered the cohost on while he struggled through the course, plunging off the side at the very end. Despite it being down to just them, though, the game would apparently continue.
Pepper number four. Ghost pepper. Even Mira was starting to show signs of the heat now, albeit only in a slight flush to her cheeks and a small cough. Rumi was actually grateful for the horrible fruit that burned every inch of her insides that it touched. It gave her a continuing excuse for her own red face, the source of which was giggling and hiccuping nervously as she stared at the bright red...thing in her hands. "Hey, we both did it," Mira said, a teasing lilt in her voice. "Just because you're the maknae doesn't mean you get to duck out of our duty as hunters. Unleeeeessss," she glanced over at the loser's table, where the cohost was nursing his aching mouth with the first glass of milk.
"Nev–*HERK!*" Zoey chomped down, and Rumi could see the regret in her eyes the second she did. She swallowed anyway, though, and once she did, she just exploded with hiccups, body rocking and shaking and jolting all while she squealed and desperately fanned at her wide open mouth. They were so rapid that even with her fastest raps, Rumi wasn't sure Zoey would be able to get out more than a syllable or two at once.
Oh god, why couldn't she stop staring?
"Are—" Rumi's voice cracked and she cleared her throat, moving over to Zoey's side and putting a hand on her arm. She could somehow tell the difference between her deliberate bouncing and shaking and the involuntary way the hiccups kept rolling through her body, and she had to drag her eyes up from Zoey's exposed belly. "Are you okay, Zoey?"
"Mmp! *HMNK!* MM-hmnp! *HMKLP!*" Zoey had apparently decided the pain of keeping her mouth shut was worth holding her breath, but she still nodded at Rumi's question. Rumi kept a hand on her arm anyway. In between hiccups, Zoey then glared at Mira and motioned for her to go, making offended little noises between her squeaks. Rumi could tell that Mira was just barely holding back laughter, but she was apparently willing to listen to the unspoken command, going through the fourth obstacle course in a much more business-like fashion. Well, to the extent that anything on this show could be business-like.
Not that Rumi would have noticed if she didn't. Her eyes were glued to Zoey, and she did not know what to do with the signals that her body was sending her right now. At least holding her breath seemed to slow her hiccups down, though they stayed just as loud when she released it all in a puff of what nearly looked like fire under the stage lights. "Hey, one of you's up now," Mira said as she walked back over.
"Y-yyuu–*HOOK*–uuuh go first *HLK* Rum–*EEP!*" Zoey huffed out.
"Yeah, give her more time to pray."
Zoey swatted ineffectually at Mira, and Rumi swallowed, which was just about as effective. Alright, she could do this. Sure her face was flushed. Sure her heart was racing more than it had any right to. But she was a hunter. She'd trained her whole life. This obstacle course was nothing. It was absolutely—
"GE–*HUK* GET IT *HIUK*, RU–*HOOP*-UMI–*HEEK!*" Zoey hiccuped out Rumi's name, and the next thing Rumi knew, she'd run smack into one of the spinning things, then wound up in the foam pit below barely a hiccup or two later. "NOO–*UCK*–OOOOO! *HNKLK-HNK!* OUR LE–*HEE*–DER!"
"Alas, poor Rumi," Mira said, and Rumi scrambled out of the foam pit as fast as she could, if only so she could glare at her. "Oh, nope. She's back from the dead. Yay, poor Rumi."
...okay, Rumi had to hide another snort at that.
"Nobody left to save you though, Zo," Mira said. "Time to run."
Zoey took a few breaths, as deep as her rapid hiccups would let her, and then Rumi stared as she began her charge again. And she would have gotten to the end shockingly quickly too, if, while clinging to a round rubber pendulum, she hadn't gone into a massive cluster of hiccups that eventually bounced and rocked it enough for her to lose her grip and plunge into the foam pit.
Rumi was very glad that she had a cold drink now, though she may have needed a cold shower, a fact that raised so many questions. And either way, that image was burned into her brain.
Zoey crawled out of the pit, and Mira was crouched by it next to her, the third glass of milk from the loser's table in hand. With a lengthy, hiccup-filled groan, Zoey took it from her and drank it one or two massive gulps, just barely managing to hide a burp afterward. It helped her hiccups a lot, which helped Rumi's brain a lot, but she was still squeaking and jolting at irregular intervals, making her spill a bit of the milk when she tried to pour herself another glass.
"Well, looks like I win by default," Mira said. "Guess there's no need for pepper or course number five." A few "awww"s and "boooo"s rang out from the audience.
"No way, Mi–*HEEP*–ira!" Zoey said, pointing her new glass of milk aggressively at her. "Huntr–*HIC*–s don't quit! You finish wha–*HUP*–at you started, sp–*HIUK*–spice queen!"
Mira was smart enough to put on an anxious face for the cameras for a split second before going back to neutral. "Alright. But only 'cause I love the fans." With near reverence and fear, the two hosts presented Mira with a Carolina Reaper ("Fresh from your own home state, Zoey?" "...I'm fro–*HUK* from Cali–*IK*–fornia. *HIKKULP*"), and Rumi could tell that her hesitation before eating it was real. But after a long moment, Mira sighed, chomped it down, then immediately turned almost as pink as her hair. Tears quickly started rolling down her face, and Rumi wondered if that was disrupting her contact lenses. She sniffed and coughed loudly, wiping her face against the back of her arm.
Then she silently jolted back, and Rumi really really hoped that she'd caught the hiccups too.
Thankfully(?), it was apparently only one, and Mira pounded a shameless burp out of her chest before rolling her neck. "Mmf. Pretty sweet flavor. You can tell they were—hhhhf...thinking about stuff beyond the heat too."
"How the *HIUK* heck do y–*HOOP* you taste th–*IUK*–that?"
"Magic. Now watch, I'm gonna do another trick."
Zoey squealed and clapped. "Oooh, *HOOK* I love magic tr–*IC*–icks!"
Mira started making her way through the fifth obstacle course, and Rumi genuinely couldn't tell whether she took a dive on purpose at about three quarters, or her tears had messed with her sight enough that she actually lost her balance. Either way, though, Rumi took the last glass of milk and held it out over the pit, and Mira grabbed it the second it was within arm's reach, practically overturning the thing on her head. She then stalked to the loser's table and began gulping milk directly from the carton. Rumi made a mental note to ask Bobby to get some milk she could keep in a fridge Mira didn't have access to.
That mental note was almost immediately deleted from her brain when Zoey threw herself onto Mira, and Rumi got to see her hiccups shaking both of them. "Yaaaa–*HUK*–aaay, we can be–*HEEK* losers tog–*UK*–gether!"
Mira rolled her eyes, then glanced over at Rumi. "Yeah, you heard her. Bring it in, loser." Almost like she was possessed, Rumi jogged over to the two of them, then got yanked into a hug that squished her between Zoey and Mira. So now Zoey's exposed tummy was punching out again and again and again directly into Rumi's bare belly, and Rumi's brain completely and utterly bluescreened.
Apparently her lifelong media training kicked in while her higher functions were out to lunch, because the next time Rumi was paying attention to anything that wasn't Zoey's belly (now at her side rather than directly pressed to her) was when Mira subtly pinched her thigh. "You know what?" Mira said, talking as if she hadn't just woken Rumi from the dead, "Yeah, maybe I did have a little fun here."
"See–*HEEK*–ee? What'd I te–*UCK* tell you!" Zoey pulled from Rumi's side to leap up and toss an arm around Mira's shoulder, and Mira held her to her hip, letting them stay that way for longer than Zoey could on her own. "So tha–*HNK!* you so much *HUP* for inviting u–*UK*–us!
Mira let Zoey go and the two of them bowed, Rumi remembering to do so a split second later, and her brain finally plugged back in and rebooted. "And to all of the fans out there," Rumi said, grinning wide at the audience and holding her arms out. Mira was immediately on one side and Zoey was on the other. "Thanks to you too! We love you, your support means the world to us, and thank you so much for coming here to...play games with us!" The three of them harmonized, though Zoey hiccuping loudly in the middle of it broke it, and the audience laughed just as loud. Zoey laughed too, and it honestly impressed Rumi that she was able to be so nonchalant and actually seemed to enjoy this. She may have been putting on a performance, but she'd have known if Zoey was actually having a bad time. More importantly, Mira would have known and put a stop to it by any means necessary.
Instead, the three of them did some light crowd work before finally going backstage again, and Rumi felt herself exhale fully for the first time since Zoey's first hiccup. "Alright, someone get my girl a milkshake, stat," Mira said, and one of their staff was by Zoey's side in an instant, milkshake in hand.
Another staff member materialized in front of Rumi with her own milkshake, and she chuckled anxiously, brain still not fully turned back on. "N-no, it's fine, I'm not—"
Mira snorted. "Yeah, you're my girl too. Drink your shake."
...well. Far be it from Rumi to be ungrateful. She took the milkshake (her favorite flavor. Of course. Bobby and his staff were sorcerers) and started sipping it, hoping that her cheeks were a plausibly deniable shade of red.
While Rumi drank from a straw, Zoey was sprawled out on the ground, milkshake open and gulping down clumsy mouthfuls before her head fell back with a thud. A second later, she curled up like a bug and pressed both hands to her forehead. "Aau–*UCK*–ugh, brain fre–*HEEZE*!"
Mira shook her head and rolled her eyes up above Zoey, though there was still a smile on her face. Then she knelt down and pulled Zoey's head into her lap, rubbing her shoulders and holding her more still while she writhed on the ground. Each of Zoey's hiccups kept rocking her, though, and god dammit, Rumi was still paying attention to that.
Once Zoey had calmed down (relatively), Mira started playing with her phone, though she kept one hand on one of Zoey's shoulders. "Hey, guess what," she said, glancing between her bandmates. "Huntrhics is trending. Like, hashtag huntr and then hics."
"Yaaaa–*huk*–aaaaay," Zoey moaned from the ground, raising both hands to give a thumbs up. "What a–*urk* are they say–*HINKG*?"
"Mainly how you're the cutest maknae and shit like that. The usual. Just more so. You outdid yourself tonight." A weak "woo!" came up from Zoey as her arms flopped back down onto the floor. There was just a second where Rumi noticed that look in Mira's eyes again, and a worrying smirk spread onto her face. "Zoey, how's your tummy feeling?" A pathetic gurgling noise escaped her mouth between hiccups. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Hey, Rumi." Rumi straightened up abruptly and came over when Mira beckoned her. "I need to go fix my contacts. Give Zoey belly rubs while I'm gone." And before Rumi could even think to object, Mira was up and out.
Okay. Okay. Great. Give Zoey belly rubs. Give her cute, bouncy tummy rubs. It wasn't like it would be the first time Rumi would have felt her belly. Felt the soft, thin layer of fat that jiggled overtop of her powerful abs. Felt the way it would expand and contract as she breathed. Felt the warmth of her skin and just how good it would be to—OKAY NO, RUMI JUST HAD TO DO THIS.
So she moved to Zoey's side, replacing Mira's lap under her head with her own, then with a hand that definitely wasn't shaking even slightly, she pressed down and started rubbing soft circles around Zoey's navel. Zoey sighed and whined between hiccups, and the power of her muscles spasming up against Rumi's hand nearly made her spontaneously combust. "Is—i-is this good, Zoey?"
"Nyee–*UK*–eeaaah, Rum–*eep*. Really go–*huk*–ood."
Well, Rumi couldn't possibly stop when she said it like that. And that was how she wound up spending most of the night rubbing Zoey's belly, even long after the hiccups were gone.
It gave her more than plenty to think about, though.
That bitch
hi bobby
The only dad I respect
Hey Mira!
You all did great out there, and the socials are going crazy!
That bitch
dammit
you+rumi+zoey were right again
The only dad I respect
Awww, Mira, did you just text to tell me I was right?
That bitch
nah
but i might as well do that 2
keeping an eye on #huntrhics?
The only dad I respect
Yup. Social team's got that covered. They may want a bespoke Zoey tweet or video, but that can wait until she's feeling better.
That bitch
thx
btw tell them to kill anyone being weird about rumi
The only dad I respect
About Rumi?
That bitch
specifically about how she reacted to zoeys hiccups.
if its not "aww cute sister" "best unnie" or "#zorumi" or something like that nuke it.
The only dad I respect
Okaaaaaaay...
Can I ask why?
That bitch
nope.
The only dad I respect
Understood.
That bitch
thx ilu bby
The only dad I respect
*Bobby
That bitch
same dif
ServingHuntr/x 24/7
OMG DID U SEE HUNTR/X #HUNTRHICS ON PGWU???
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Meebo ✔️
Huntr/x's maknae could have used this article tonight: 5 surefire ways to cure the hiccups! #huntrhics
Peenlord 68n1
lol if theyre so surefire y u need 5 of them
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Tr/x Rabb/t
Y'all, Mira is such a bitch, holy shit. She was being so mean to Zoey for no reason. #huntrhics
D1-D1-D1
Like you wouldn't still beg her to step on you lmaoTr/x Rabb/t
I can hold those two opinions simultaneously.
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BeholdtheUnnie
Can we talk about how sweet Rumi was to Zoey the whole time tho??? #huntrhics
i<3<3<3<3<3<3<3Ruru
OMG RIGHT??? She was being such a good big sister to her!!!!Sumguy 229
Wtf kind of sisters did you grow up withComment Removed
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MakNAY
Holy shit, I didn't realize I could hate Zoey more than I already did, but somehow she got even more annoying, wtf? How do goddesses like Rumi and Mira stand her? #huntrhics
Miraofficial✔️
I know your IP address. Comment Removed
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Turtloverlover
Um, okay, so is it just me being super mega ultra gay, or was Zoey with the hiccups kinda...hot? #huntrhics
Cutestmaknae
Pretty sure you're just gay like the rest of us lmaoDancypants
I dunno, I kinda get it. Sorta like an involuntary body roll thing?ZOE-M-G
this better not awaken anything in meZorumi4lyfe
It definitely awakened something in Rumi tonight lol!Comment Removed
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Zoeyoffical✔️
Thank you all so much for coming to #playgameswithus! I'm probably gonna still have these #huntrhics for a while, but lucky me, I got #bestmanagerbobby and my girls to take care of me! 💜🩷 #Huntr/x #Lovemygirls #alsoseriouslyyouwishyouhadbobby
Alt text: Zoey is lying on a studio floor, Rumi kneeling by her side with her head in her lap and a hand on her stomach. Mira is crouched and holding up the camera, making a victory sign with her free hand.
Miraofficial✔️
lol i got so much video of you like thisLeastheterosexualthing
Mommy, please share! We're begging you!!!Miraofficial✔️
Then beg.