Athena watched as Luna looked around for something, but before they could offer to help her find it, she bent down and picked up a notebook from the floor, which they assumed was what she had been looking for. When she apologized for them having to see her like that, they furrowed their eyebrows. “Looking like what?” They asked, confused as they noticed her face flush. “Luna, what your hair looks like doesn’t matter to me.” They reassured her. “Hell, I don’t even care what my own looks like most of the time.” They added with a small chuckle. Luna switched the topic, asking them if they had a date to prom. “No, not yet.” They answered, telling her the truth. They were mainly going because literally every person they were related to told them they’d regret it if they didn’t.
@Kristi - Luna