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It’s a simple rule of life that all humans crave interaction amongst themselves. It’s one of the keys to survival. From this feeling, mating and reproduction spawned. Slowly, over many years of evolution, the notion became a pocket sized feeling known as clinginess. The human population wouldn’t have gone this far as a species if not for our feelings of loneliness. That being said, down into the HoloEn House, laid a certain detective who craved such affection.
Amelia Watson was clingy.
Amelia was currently spread out on her bed, her hair thrown in a messy bun as she didn’t (quite) care for her appearance, seeing as her large white t-shirt was a wrinkled mess too. Her joggers clung onto her body as she lay there on her bed. Amelia was on a break. Today was one of her rare off days, a day in which she had nothing really to do. No streams to plan, no preparations for later streams, no Hololive obligations, no nothing. Sure, she loved her job, but it was nice to have a rest every once in a while. Amelia had been streaming nonstop everyday this week for hours on end, the lowest amount being 3 hours. She deserved a break.
Currently, though, all she wanted was Gawr Gura.
Yes, she needed sleep. Even if she was on break, Amelia put in the work in advance for when she had to return. She had spent the last few nights either planning the stream or watching dogs fall over on YouTube. Yes, she needed to eat. Amelia hadn’t eaten a decent meal for about a month, living off cup noodles, even if she had the funds to get real food. And yes, Amelia Watson needed to actually get up for the day. The clock fixed above her desk across the room confirmed this to her. It was already 2PM and she hadn’t moved an inch upon waking up almost hours ago.
But none of that mattered, because she needed her sharky.
There was no particular reason for it. She had simply woken up that way. Unfortunately, she had no way to alleviate this feeling.
Gura had been called to the Hololive Offices for an emergency meeting since early morning. She made sure to wake Amelia up with a good morning kiss (she got butterflies just thinking about it) and told her of the urgent notice before zooming off to leave. Amelia figured she'd stay up until Gura got back, but didn’t take into account exactly how long it would be.
It wasn’t until hours after this that Watson started to stir. She sat up from the bed and stretched, letting out a loud sigh afterwards. Looking around, Amelia smacked her lips and decided on what to do for the day. While she wanted to stay in bed and wait for her precious sharky, she knew she had to at least change.
Walking into the shared bathroom attached to the far end of the room, Amelia brushed her teeth and washed her face. The girl walked into the shower and washed herself briefly. She knew she still needed to keep some form of hygiene. Amelia wanted to at least smell good for when Gura came home. Well, smell relatively good.
Slowly, Watson walked around her room and threw on whatever was found on the floor. Dirty sweatpants fresh out of Bubba’s mouth? Sure. Socks that felt soggy from stepping in water a few days ago? You bet. One of Gura’s old hoodies that hasn’t been washed in a couple weeks? It still smelled like her, so why not? She elected to keep the messy bun as well. Amelia was here to relax, her clothing and appearance didn’t need to be in tip top shape.
Finally, she breathed in and trudged to her window, opening the blinds. She winced as the sun shined its way in, assaulting Watson’s retinas. After burning her eyes, she flopped right back on to the bed. Back to square one. Not a minute later did a knock come from her bedroom door. Amelia quickly sat up, hoping to greet her shark.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Ina stepped into view from the doorframe, clutching a bag of chips. Amelia guessed she was getting a light snack before her stream. Ina was wearing something more comfy, a simple purple sweater and matching shorts. She had a hat on too, her beret. This was supposed to add onto her artist persona and, Amelia had to admit, it did look quite cute on her.
The blonde pouted. Ina was cool, but not who she hoped for.
“That name is reserved, you know. You’re lucky Gura isn’t here.” Watson said, slamming her head right back into the bed. The priestess giggled.
“Yes, well, let’s not tell her. You’re up late, though. Really taking advantage of your off day, huh?”
Watson didn’t have the energy to talk. She just nodded back.
“Ah well, Gura should be home soon. No way they would keep her for too long, right?”
“But they had already kept her for this long!” Amelia wanted to blurt out. Instead, she retorted with a simple “Let’s hope so”, muffled by the pillows covering her face.
With a giggle, Ina closed the door and walked away into her room, leaving Amelia alone again.
She was drifting in and out of consciousness for the next half hour, the comfort of the furniture tempting her. She tried her best to stay awake. What would Gura think if she came home to her sleeping and lazing around? Watson wasn’t in the mood to be yelled at, even if it was by her girlfriend. Or perhaps she’d join Amelia and they could sleep together? Or maybe the shark would cuddle her? A blush crept onto Watson’s face as she pondered on the endless possibilities.
The sound of the door was what snapped her back to a lucid state. She heard someone fumbling with the knob on the other side. Amelia perked up. The shark opened the door and stepped in, turning around to close it. Amelia jumped out of the sheets and crossed the room to the door, taking Gura into a tight embrace. The sudden hug surprised the Atlantean, but not for very long. She recouped herself quickly and flipped herself around, taking the detective in her own arms. They held each other for a while, before Gura spoke up.
“Watson, you stink! When was the last time you washed that hoodie?”
Amelia didn’t want to respond, she just hugged the shorter girl tighter, causing a small laugh to escape Gura.
They stood there at the doorway for a solid minute or two. No words had to be spoken, just the feeling of the other in their arms was enough. That was until Gura spoke up again.
“Alright, bozo. Let’s sit down, my feet are starting to ache.”
A mischievous smile crept onto Amelia’s face as she placed her feet firmly onto the ground. Pulling up, she held Gura in her arms and carried her onto the bed, where she gently laid the shark down. After that, she bent down to remove Gura’s shoes, much to the surprise of her girlfriend. Amelia jumped onto the bed herself, with a firm grip on Gura’s legs. Once on the mattress herself, she began kneading into Gura’s feet.
“You said your feet hurt? Well, I have just the solution! A perfect Watson massage.”
Even if she wanted to, Gura couldn’t protest. The massage was amazing! Amelia seemed to hit all of Gura’s spots of tension, perfectly maneuvering around her peds. She used just the right amount of force, enough to comfort her but not to hurt her. Gura melted under the touch.
This persisted for the better half of an hour, before Amelia noticed soft breaths emitting from the other side of the bed. Glancing towards the direction, she was met with the face of Gura fast asleep. She smiled. Being up until the crack of dawn at a business meeting sure does take a toll, huh? Amelia shimmied closer to Gura’s face, inspecting her cute partner. She looked so peaceful. With a kiss on the forehead, Amelia pulled the shark closer to her. She closed her eyes, sighing, and clutched Gura. She had no intention of letting go.