Emma already had Vixen's name highlighted on her phone screen.
Her thumb hovered for a second… then she hit call.
Ring—
Before the first ring even fully finished, Gwen practically dove across the couch like a linebacker.
"NOPE—NOPE—NOPE—gimme that!"
Gwen barked, scrambling for the phone.
Emma twisted away like her bones were elastic.
"Get off, Gwen!"
"Emma, STOP! This is stupid!"
Emma shoved Gwen's raging face away with one hand as she pushed her forehead back like she was trying to bench-press her skull.
Gwen flailed as her arms windmilled.
"WHY are you like this—?! THINK for once—!"
"I AM thinking!"
Emma hissed, leaning half off the couch to keep the phone glued to her ear.
Gwen lunged again.
Emma yanked the phone out of reach.
Gwen's fingers grazed the air an inch away from it.
"STOP MOVING LIKE A CAT ON CRACK!"
"STOP BREATHING SO DAMN LOUD!"
"You're making a mistake—!"
"You're making me ANNOYED!"
They started bickering
No, arguing… no, feral scrapping…
