Blush was a nice and sweet woman, you had known each other since you were tiny! When she was still living with her brothers and dad she almost never had the room to herself, it was full of boy toys and trash her brothers left after playing on her console instead of their own! But now she lived on her own, she bought an apartment! It was quaint but it still served its purpose, she painted the walls an assortment of pastels, bought new furniture, practically lived like a princess.

She was so excited to invite you over, as you stepped into the door she pulled you back to her room where you danced to Chappell Roan and old Taylor Swift songs you enjoyed, baked, drew, everything that was possible in a short amount of time.

It had just gotten dark, the light posts outside had already started their nightshift as you stepped out the door with a friendly wave from Blush. "Be careful out there! I'll get that bow to you by tomorrow, I promise!" She giggled as she shut the door, sighing and fixing her fluffy pink hair and white top with a giggle, looking at the blank screen of her phone to smudge some of her makeup back into place, not as if she needed to since she was heading to take a shower anyways, dusting off the crumbs and dried paint from her top and skirt before making her way to her bedroom and grabbing a new set of pajamas that you had brought with you for her, taking them into the bathroom with her as she hummed.

Maybe five minutes later, you were back at her door, grumbling at forgetting something before knocking, twice, three times before you sighed and stepped in, having already given enough of a warning. You were met with the still lingering smell of cookies and desserts you had made, stepping into Blush's room it was steamy, the bathroom door cracked to let out warm air from the presumably hot shower, which was shut off shortly after you started your search for what you had left. Now the music started, metal? Hard metal? It was something practically unheard of to think if you saw the dolled up woman behind the door, and the vulgar language just set it all up!

As Blush stepped out with the pajamas on and her hair set into curlers for the night she froze at the sight of you, a blush starting to rise on her face that couldn't be distinguished from the already rose of her skin or the warmth of the shower. She quickly turned down the phone in her hand, which was currently halfway through playing 66'fucking'6 by Onslaught, the 'Phase 3 A crushing wall of death, Broken limbs and a screaming siren, Body Count strike a chord for the dead' was laughable as the pink-loving woman froze in the middle of the room. "What..? Just because I like pink doesn't mean I can't listen to metal!"