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Life labs were dull as always and the mist huntress currently inhibiting one sighed at the samples they had given her to test. Which she had no idea how to do either. Like no idea at all.

Instead she pulled out her phone and scrolled to Chel's name, wondering if the girl would come brighten her day up or something. Especially since they hadn't seen each other for a while now.

Nevada blinked at the text, wondering why Chelsea was already here. Tehre was a small suspicion that the girl was visiting a certain green haired giant that made his dwelling here but...No that couldn't be it right?

"Chelsea." She didn't mean for it to come out so curt and formal, her body relaxing slowly as she finally saw her girlfriend for the first time in....weeks?

"Hey you-" Instead of a kiss, which she was aiming for..her cheeks were squished together. "i didn't think you'd be in the life labs...." She brought Chelsea's hands down and gave her a awkward smile.

"I hope you didn't mind being lonely while I was gone?"

Her eyebrow winged to epic proportions at the mention of J-J-J- "Jack?" She said curtly...then it lowered down when it ended up Jake. She could tell that Chelsea was covering, it wasn't like the sun hunter was the best liar around town. "Jake is a cutie. But isn't he a death hunter?" And Usually sherry was the one following Jake around...It just...worked that way or something.

She was expecting Chelsea to be like yes, I missed you Nevada, I know it's been awhile but its good to see you, how are you...how was your mission? You know, the basic routine that almost felt needed and wanted.

Instead she got the opposite.

"You and Finn?" She stiffened. "So while I'm gone, you spend time with Finn...and Jack....?" It wasn't suppose to come out accusatory, It wasn't suppose to come out so....harsh. But Nevada felt hurt. For a person who claimed to love her, Chelsea had no real way of showing it.."And Milo and Evan?" She started to curl into herself, hugging her arms around her waist. "dying Dorian's hair pink." She laughed because of the ridiculousness...not at Dorian's hair but because Chelsea had no idea what Nevada was suffering through right now. "So you really didn't miss me at all then?"

"I see." Jack or Jake, Chelsea. Her gaze dropped away, hardening.

She pushed the hand away, "I'm not a pet Chelsea." She hissed, "I'm not a cat you can come and love on and then just....ditch out when you got better things to do." She huffed and closed her eye, taking a breath.

"What I meant to say is that you don't act like you missed me much at all." To be fair, Nevada hadn't gone to see Chelsea right away when she came back but that was beside the point..."And even when we are together we just....don't do anything more then sex? I don't even talk to you that much." She threw up her hands. "I'm just trying to talk to you." She narrowed her eye again.

"There's nothing wrong with friends, I didn't say there was anything wrong with friends." She huffed, "You didn't ask how I was, or hey 'where you been brownie?' or whatever. I need to talk to you about things."

The distance, even caused by herself had her back stiffening more, almost like a board against the wall.

"Yeah but...couples usually just ask that. It's a normal thing to do, It's like..." She waved her hand, "It's something normal and kind of what I expect from my girlfriend after being gone for 3 weeks? Then I would respond back and ask you how you were...because I care about those things. When you don't ask...it makes me think you don't care!" She was starting to channel all that failed first relationship memories here. When Garrett didn't want anything more from her then a causal sex buddy. By no means was Chelsea like that, but in her shallow expectations, Nevada wanted more. She wanted to be truly loved by someone when they said it..

"Sorry isn't just going to make me feel better Chelsea!" she rubbed at her eye, "I was at an outpost in some kind of cold as hell trying to survive and you're here, on a island with Finn and Jack and dying people's hair!?!" She kept her voice hushed, but the tone was clear. Anger, resentment and well...jealousy. That Chelsea could just stay on the Island and not face things.

Something about this resounded in her head, like Eva and Otto but flipped. Was she being too clingy? Was she being...Her eyes landed on the new coat, and a small face of horror took over. "You became intermediate..." She breathed in, "You moved up while I was away?" Did she do it with Jack and Finn's encouragement? Because those guys seemed to just get along so well with Chelsea, and Chelsea with them.

Resentment started to taste vile in the back of her throat, clamping her mouth shut.

It was time to do a jam session. The labs weren't exactly acoustically sound, and on more than one occasion they had been yelled at, but Jack had started to call it "music therapy" to try and cover his a**. And it was! If you didn't have something like The Doors or The Rolling Stones in your life, you needed therapy. He could pull up some bullshit statistics about music helping the healing process if needed, but he was honestly hoping for a little down time with a bro and a guitar and nothing more.

And of course have a little discussion on how they were going to get Finn a runic eye. Now that had some interesting procedures and theories . . .

He wouldn't have noticed the two chicks in the room as he led the Moon through if Chelsea's damn hair didn't blind him on sight still. Or the talking. There was a lot of talking going on, most of which he had tuned out as they approached saved for a few bits: after all, the sound of arguing made him feel more at home anyway. But Chelsea was annoying and Nevada was disagreeable at her best, and that was just going to harsh his mellow. "Hallowlesbians," he greeted, drawing the word out dramatically. "Couldn't help but hear your episode of Days of Our Lives going on from down the hall, so let's introduce a commercial break while we're at the good part: this week's episode is brought to you by Sappho herself, with a kindly reminder to shut the ******** up and go have break up sex somewhere else." He jabbed a thumb at the door, his other hand tapping the guitar hanging off his shoulder expectantly. "Labs're supposed to be clean, Jesus."

It was difficult lately for Finn to want to go out and do much of anything. Since losing his eye, his hospitalization period over Christmas, and New Years oh so lovely surprise in the form of some ******** up dream that everyone got to share, he hadn't been the most sociable one eyed a*****e on the island. Sure there were the odd temptations, like his little pranking session with Chel on a certain Monsieur Froggy Frenchman, but for the most part he had been keeping to himself.

But Jack knew the way to Finn's cold little heart, and had enticed him out to the life labs with the promise of some jamming to come, and some very interesting talk about artificial eyes that had definitely piqued the moon trainees interest, as he had wondered himself if such might be possible.

What he hadn't signed up for, however, was the little lesbos domestic dispute hour, which was impossible not to over hear.

Finn approached the quarrelling couple with not even an ounce of caution, a smug smirk quirking up his lips, and a cold look in his eye for both women, though it was really Nevada that got the longest part of his stare as Jack said his piece, earning a scoff of laughter from Finn before he sauntered over to Chel's side, casually snaking an arm around her waist in an attempt to pull her close and lay a large, probably sloppy, kiss on her cheek.

Nevada's words barely seemed to make an impact at all when he spoke, his words first directed at Chel. "Hey, jumpsuit! Your wench giving you a hard time for having a real good time while she's been away?" More smirking as he levelled his gaze on Nevada.

"Seems like maybe she's just jealous that she's not fully equipped to keep you happy. But what do I know, anyways? I'm certainly not some kind of couples councillor, and even if I was, it seems I've missed out on the bulk of the conversation already." He let his arm fall away from Chel,

"Now, as my ******** buddy says, go settle your grievances elsewhere. Maybe even take a video of it and send a copy to my room so I can further investigate your entire body.....of issues."

"Been there, done that," he drawled to Nevada boredly. "Came here, found out Hell's got a cousin. My grandmother gives better insults, sweetheart, but feel free to try again. Loving this, really, I am." Honestly if neither of the chicks had acknowledged them, he probably would have just pulled Finn out (not like that) and left before they caught the gay (though it was clearly too late for Finn, not pulling out or otherwise).

Still, it was a rare opportunity to meddle and actually make an impact. And clearly Finn was having fun interfering as well, although Jack made a small gagging noise at the sight of anyone kissing Chel, even if it was chaste. In the loosest sense of the word.

"Yo, you know what? Our bad." He raised his hands in peace for a moment. "We are not equipped to handle the intricacies of carpet munching internal affairs. You know who is, though? I can go grab Lina--sorry, Stormy," Jack corrected himself with a shake of his head, for shame, so sorry, "always forgetting what she goes by now. She's good with handling fighting, right? And I'm sure she'd be very interested to know two gal pals are having a tiff, especially involving her best friend. Here, let me get her for you."

And he reached into his pocket to get his phone.