Second Breakfast
"Huh, you guys didn't get me a cake?! What did you get me then?" Lillith's initial outrage over the absence of cake faded swiftly. Rika was taken aback by how rapidly Lillith's anger dissipated. She knew Lillith's stance on sweets was unwavering. "We did get you a cake, but that's hardly a present. Who wants cake as a birthday gift, anyway?" Lillith mumbled something in reply, hoping Rika wouldn't catch it, but her words were too audible. "I would," she admitted, her face falling into a hurt expression. Rika couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, and Lillith's cheeks turned a deep shade of red.
Lillith observed with delight as Rika's laughter subsided, her desire for a playful retaliation growing stronger. Then, a perfect opportunity presented itself. Rika had just finished her meal. A mischievous grin reminiscent of the Grinch curved Lillith's lips as she devised her plan. "Oh, Rika, done with your food? Could you hand me your plate?" Rika, who had finally ceased laughing, shook her head and rose from her seat, collecting both plates. "Nope," she quipped. "It's your birthday, you don't have to lift a finger." Lillith's smirk broadened as Rika turned away, her scheme already taking shape. She stealthily approached Rika from behind, catching her off guard as Lillith wrapped her arms around Rika's waist.
Lillith's grip tightened, easily lifting Rika off the ground with strength that didn't match her build before gently depositing her onto the loveseat. Quick as lightning, Lillith straddled herself on top of her, ensuring Rika couldn't escape. "Lil-Lilly, what's going on? Let me at least finish the dishes," Rika requested, her gaze flicking toward the still-running sink. Lillith locked eyes with Rika and issued a playful glare. "You had your laugh, so dishes can wait. It's time for your punishment," she declared, her hand sliding beneath the hem of Rika's sweater.
Rika sported her signature "housewife" look, as Lillith playfully referred to it. Her glasses perched atop her head, a cozy grey sweater, a knee-length grey and blue plaid skirt, and dark blue lace tights with simple flower designs. Lillith couldn't help but smile. Rika's modest fashion sense remained consistent, even during moments of relaxation at home. In contrast, Lillith embodied a more tomboyish style. she favored comfortable attire that allowed unrestricted movement, provided it wasn't overly revealing.
Lillith had chosen her ensemble with comfort in mind. Lillith's black hair had a purple tent and was neck length with the front being a few inches longer and positioned in a way to cover one of her amber eyes. She had on a black sports bra, black dolphin shorts, and black sweater knit thigh-highs, with one slightly scrunched above her knee. She had borrowed one of Rika's button-up shirts, leaving it unbuttoned to serve as a light cover for her arms, despite it being much too large for her petite frame. One stark difference between Lillith and Rika was evident—Lillith's chest was noticeably smaller, rendering the shirt loose and unable to be filled out.
In contrast, Rika boasted F-cup breasts, even if they were on the smaller side were still substantial compared to Lillith's modest A-cup bust. This divergence ensured Lillith never had to worry about purchasing oversized clothing. While Rika's clothes were still roomy on Lillith, they tended to slide and expose her shoulders, so she primarily reserved them for lounging indoors or bundling up on colder days. Even after the passage of years, Lillith couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the burn scars occasionally visible through her clothes and hair, a poignant reminder of a painful past.