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>> ”I… I don’t know… I just… her and Agnes… I f-found out tonight… I d-didn’t want to s-s-say anything at the club.”

Gina let her eyes slide closed, listening as Nessa explained, in a wobbly voice, all that had transpired that night. Becca and Agnes… of course it was Becca and Agnes… how was it that Gina hadn’t noticed? That’s right, she’d been too busy drinking and dancing, she couldn’t have noticed… she came to have a good time, not referee relationship drama. She wasn’t looking out for it.

Now, however, the gargoyle had to look what had been happening behind the scenes directly in the face… now, the gargoyle was forced to acknowledge that two of her dearest friends had made some very bad choices.

>> ”Gina…. What do I do now?”

The gargoyle opened her eyes, her gaze searching Nessa’s expression. Gosh, she was a mess. The poor thing. The gargoyle carefully freed her hands, for a moment, and rolled over. Ah, there—she grabbed the small cardboard box off her nightstand, and rolled back over to face Nessa, setting the box between the two of them, closer to their knees.

“Kleenexes,” the gargoyle explained quietly, “In case you need them.”

The gargoyle then resumed the position she’d assumed before, tail wrapped protectively around Nessa, hands clasping one of Nessa’s. She was here for support.

“I can’t say that I’ve dealt with this before…” Gina said honestly, “But… mom always said, when something’s weighing heavy on your heart… the best thing to do is sleep on it.” It was much better to attack problems with a clear, refreshed mind—particularly after a night of revelry. They were tired, Nessa was distressed, sleep would do them good. “Then you can attack the problem head-on with a clear mind tomorrow…” the gargoyle said resolutely, “And you can do the right thing. Whatever that is.”

Nessa seemed so distressed. Again the gargoyle moved upon her own accord, leaning forward. This time, rather than forehead finding forehead, a kiss found Nessa’s forehead instead. It was just a peck, but it was enough to set the gargoyle’s cheeks burning like furnaces. Kissing other womens’ girlfriends, for shame! Even on the forehead! It was different with Agnes because she was a sister! But…

“Sorry,” Gina murmured, “It just… felt… right?”

It wasn’t right. She was enabling the same thing that Nessa was distressed over.

“Sorry…”

She just seemed so sad!!

“Do you want to... maybe... try sleeping on it?”

It didn’t take much to get to the root of the problem. A quiet inquiry of if Nessa had a good night, too, and in the darkness, Gina watched her friend’s face crumple. It was as though someone grasped her just over the nose and mouth and clenched their fist, contorting Nessa’s fine, cheeky features into something dismayed. It was the same hand that pulled Nessa closer to the gargoyle.

>> ”I tried. It was fun, really. Meeting you was… the highlight of my night.”

Ooohhhh, shaky voices. Shaky voices were the worst. Nessa’s quivering explanation sent ghosts of hot breath onto the gargoyle’s own face, which was searching and sympathetic. It wasn’t appropriate, to cuddle a good friend’s girlfriend. It wasn’t right.

“Wh-?” Gina began. Her tone had grown serious. What happened? Nessa answered before the gargoyle even needed to ask.

>> ”Gina… Rebecca’s cheating on me…”

You couldn’t just lay there and watch another girl break-down, especially after they dropped the bomb like that. Gina wanted to wrap Nessa up in the biggest hug, kiss all of the tears off of her face, and… well… you couldn’t do that to a newfound friend, even a newfound friend who was allegedly being cheated on. But she couldn’t just leave someone crying in her bed un-consoled, either.

Gina’s face was on fire as she edged closer, her knees brushing against Nessa’s own. I’m such a pipsqueak. Her tail wrapped around the two of them, tucking itself in the small of Nessa’s back. Timid, taloned hands found two human ones.

“Is this okay?” the gargoyle murmured, trying to quell the fire that was burning in her cheeks. One of her thumbs lightly trailed along the side of Nessa’s hand, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Of course there were more questions lingering there… when did she find out? How? Who was Becca cheating with? Even deeper were the questions that Nessa probably couldn’t even begin to answer, such as—why would Becca cheat in the first place? How could she do such a thing?

Her thumb continued to trace that trail along the side of Nessa’s hands, and Gina pressed her forehead against Nessa’s own. It was mostly a precautionary gesture, since any attempt at cuddling could lead to a rude collision with Gina’s horns. That’s what the gargoyle told herself, anyways.

After Gina handed her friend the night-clothes, Nessa said something off-handed about “butt-windows”, which gave the gargoyle pause. She hadn’t said anything about the accommodations for her shorts out loud. Not that she remembered, anyways. That was even her usual choice of terminology, too. Gina flushed. The appropriate, uncomfortable, heterosexual response would be to protest. Why would I want to peek at your butt anyways? Or something like that. Maybe she was over-thinking it? Maybe Nessa came to that conclusion on her own accord?

“Damn, you caught me,” Gina teased back, taking a safe middle road. Maybe Gina had said something out loud… she did have the tendency to mutter to herself while sewing, sometimes… maybe she was so sleepy, she’d muttered about butt-windows too, and not even noticed… and totally forgot…

Nessa padded over when Gina requested assistance, and the gargoyle reflexively tucked her tail around her legs, to avoid the risk of it getting stepped-on. Thankfully her hair was still in a bun, so that was one thing she didn’t need to worry about. Gina fanned her wings, ever so slightly, so that her friend didn’t have to wedge her way to the zipper.

“I really appreciate it,” the gargoyle said quietly. Nessa took care of the zipper, but she didn’t leave. Gina could feel her face heating up. Up close, Nessa could probably see Gina’s dappled neck and shoulders, the freckles and the patches of scales here-and-there.

“Uh…” Gina began to say, unsure of what she was going to say. A single finger trailed down her neck and midback, along the ridges of her spine, and Gina gave a squeak of surprise. The squeak fluttered through her wings to the tip of her tail, but thankfully she managed not to batter Vanessa.

>> “Y-you’re good to go.”

“Thank you,” Gina said appreciatively. She rummaged through her drawers, keeping the unzipped garment on for a moment as she retrieved a tank top and a pair of her shorts for herself, as well. The dress, unmodified, was easy to remove. With her tail still tucked around her legs, Gina shrugged her shoulders out of the armholes, and let the dress fall into a pool near her feet. One leg out, two leg out, kick! It was very unceremonious. Since the dress had an open back, there was no bra speak of (which, given her stiffness, she was currently regretting), so the gargoyle took to the laborious process of getting dressed.

She began with the shirt, the worst part of the process. Gina undid the snaps that comprised the shoulders of the racerback tank-top, stepping through the body of the shirt. Her tail, similarly, tucked itself in. Gina then slid into the massive tank top much in the way that someone might slide into a dress, pulling it up from the bottom—a little wiggling to get it over the hips—and then it was around her torso.

Wings still fanned, Gina brought the back of the tank-top towards her collarbone, with her tail. Her tail passed the connecting part of the shirt to an outstretched hand, and her hands went about snapping the shirt into place. Come to think of it… she probably could’ve just used her tail to get the zipper… oops.

>> ”Okay. I think I’m bed-ready.”

Gina glanced over her shoulder, wearing only the baggy racerback tank and her panties.

“Almost there,” Gina said with a smile, “Changing clothes is kind-of a process…”

Thankfully, shorts went faster. One foot, two foot, up! Just like normal. The only difference was snapping the waistband into place over her tail.

“There we go!” the gargoyle said victoriously, surveying her friend, “Ah, good, looks like everything fits… I hope you don’t mind if I take the outside? Wings and all…”

Her bed was pushed into a corner, which meant that Vanessa would have to take wall-side, should she agree.

“I can get the lights,” the gargoyle volunteered. Of course she could. It was her bedroom and she had night-vision.

>> "Why thank you Gina. How have you found it after living here for a year? How are things here?"

Gina tucked her legs under her, wrapping her tail around them, as if welcoming Richard into the space. She hummed contemplatively, touching an index finger to her lip as if pondering her answer.

“I think… you need to be of a specific mindset… for this kind of community to work,” Gina said, her ears straining towards the fourth floor, where the argument had exploded. It seemed to have fallen quiet, for now. That probably wasn’t the answer that Richard was looking for, and Gina quickly waved her hands dismissively, correcting herself, “I mean, it’s a great idea! I really, really do love it. I’m pretty chummy with the downstairs neighbors, and the group dinners are really nice. I love the movie nights and game nights, it’s just…”

The gargoyle seemed to deflate.

“My roommates are kind-of jerks.”

She was really trying to see the good in them. Really, she was. But… she felt like she was in high school all over again, and Agnes hadn’t even been remotely that bad! Richard seemed taken aback by the inquiry, which confused the gargoyle. It was a condition of moving-in! How could he be self-conscious about that kind of thing?

>> "Sorry, where I grew up things did not go well for you if people knew you were a mutant."

“Oh, my bad,” Gina murmured, her tone adopting a genuinely apologetic note. People like her didn’t have the luxury of hiding. She supposed she was grateful that she didn’t come from someplace like the place that Richard was from.

He asked her to sit still for a moment, to hold her position. Gina tilted her chin slightly but held the pose. He then fished something from his pocket, a block of some sort. Gina watched closely, her eyes going towards the brick. The gargoyle eased out of sitting position, perching on the seat of her chair, on the balls of her feet, leaning closer. It started… melting! Whoa! And as soon as you thought it might resolve itself into a puddle of metal, it began to contort. It did not take Gina long to figure-out the identity of the sculpture in Richard’s hand. He began with the horns and her hair, after all.

Gina gaped, her eyes cut towards Richard’s face, who seemed in absolute, private delight. The gargoyle was fully enrapt. Richard muttered something apologetic about changing perspectives, before holding the sculpture out to Gina, which the gargoyle gladly took into her hands. It was dark out, but it made no difference to the nocturnal gargoyle. She still held it close to her face, however, in order to fully appreciate the detail-work. Richard, all the while, took to mopping his brow.

“Richard!” Gina gasped. Her wings were all a-flutter with excitement, looking at him with a bright expression, “This is amazing! Your mutation is so cool!” She surveyed the sculpture again, holding it close to her face, “The detail work… oh my gosh, it’s so detailed. So cool!”

In the inklings of her memory, she thought of a street vendor who’d made Gina a personalized sculpture, once. He could manipulate clay. A charming guy, with an accent. She still had that sculpture on her window sill. She turned her attention to him, her tail twitching steadily. He seemed a little tired.

“Does it take the energy out of you?” she queried, intrigued.

Gina nodded at Derek’s hopeful announcement. Truth be told, although the townhouse was open to any interested members of the mutant community, a majority of the people it attracted were attending college or, at the very least, college-aged. As such, there was a period of time (end of May, beginning of June, and all the summer months) where a number of residents moved-out and new residents took their place.

Unfortunately, Gina’s floor was not one of the floors where people were coming and going. Gina could petition to change rooms, but moving her stuff would be a hassle. For now she was stuck with the storm clouds.

“It is really cool set-up,” she said wholeheartedly, “Like, you have your own space, but there’s a group-dinner weekly on Sundays, game nights, movie nights… it’s like the dorm experience away from campus.”

She wouldn’t scare him with tales of her roommates, specifically.


“I love it,” the gargoyle said. This was true, she loved the living situation. It was just her roommates that posed a challenge, “It’s hard to feel lonely when you’ve got sixteen other people co-habitating with you. It’s pretty liberal. Pretty chill. And it’s a requirement to be ‘mutant or mutant-friendly’ so you don’t have to worry about… y’know, zealots or anything, trying to cramp your style.”

Perhaps this wasn’t as big of a concern for someone who wasn’t physically mutated, but Gina felt that it was pertinent to mention.

I volunteer Jack!

>> "June. I'm from France."

“Lovely to meet you, June from France,” Khalil said quietly, smiling. The sun had finally kissed the horizon, and was starting to sink into the sea. Soon the warmth of the day would also begin to fade. Thankfully, he’d also brought a sweater, not wanting to run the risk of a brisk walk (or flight) home.

>> "I work in fashion. I love it. I think it's going to kill me.”

“What sort of things do you do in fashion?” Khalil asked politely. He assumed that it was a multifaceted endeavor, complete with fashion design, photography, and so-on.

>> “You look about right for the dimensions of a male model, actually. If you ever had ze interest."

Khalil preened at that, pushing a hand through his straight black hair, “That would be the dream… but I haven’t any training with modeling. And I doubt that a designer would want to figure-out accommodations for my… attributes.”

His wings fluttered at the mention of them. Modeling nude, however, was something completely different. Perhaps he could pose for a figure drawing class for some extra change, at some point. That would be pretty fun.