"Ugh, fuck!"
Panty slammed the door shut as she walked out. It had been days since the last Ghost encounter, and the absence of the evil beings had her irritated. But, with the collection of 23 Heaven Coins, she couldn't be too mad... at least.
She brushed her blonde banana bangs from her face, heading to the living room, where she found none other than Stocking, sitting on the couch as she gorged on sweets as usual. 'Ick...' she thought. 'How does someone eat all of this sugar-coated shit?' anty plopped on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.
"Morning, Panty," Stocking spoke as she dug into a piece of cake. She seemed to be taking the disappearance much better than her sister, and had found more time to look through magazines and chow away at her many favorite desserts. Stocking finished her cake, then set down her plate on the small table in front. She glanced at Panty, who seemed to be spacing out into the TV. "Panty, you okay?"
"Ugh..." Panty scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, sure, I'm just fine," she replied, sarcastically as she flipped through channels.
"Ticked as usual, I see."
"No shit, Sherlock!" Panty bolted up, tossing the remote. "Three days, Stocking--THREE days and we haven't got a damn thing to do! What gives? Either Afro-head's on vacation or the Ghosts really have called it quits... This sucks!"
"Now Panty... No need to get so wound up. I mean, everyone has a coping device, right? Like me and my sweets." Reaching into a bag, she pulled out a soft-baked cookie and began to eat it. "You've really gotta find other ways to ease your anger, other than lashing out."
"And how do you suggest I do that? Pig out like you? No thanks."
"Well, at least I'M not the one whoring myself," Stocking snickered, before she was then pounced on by her sister. The two began to scuffle in the living room, causing a ruckus as they nearly wrecked the furniture.
"You've got some nerve, you fatass!" Panty snarled as she pinned her sister to the ground.
"Must I remind you again that the fat goes to my breasts? At least I look better than you, ya bee-stung hussy!" Stocking retorted.
"Well, how come I get more men than you?"
"Because you have no standards!"
Panty froze, glaring at her sister in anger as her comment sank in. What she said was true. It didn't matter who she slept with, she craved sex. She lived for it. Hell, sex was her coping device, as far as it mattered. But what did it matter to her? Though on the other hand, she could've improved her bodily figure. "Damn you..." Panty sighed as she groped Stocking's breasts, then rose from the ground. "I don't care if you've got the chest, I still get the man in the end, so hmph!"
"And right back at ya!" Stocking said as she walked out of the living room. Panty was then by herself in the living room, letting out a sigh.
'She's right, though,' Panty thought to herself. 'What if I run into someone who actually prefers a girl with bigger breasts? Or worse...' She shuddered at the thought. Looking around for the remote, she noticed Stocking's bag of sweets were still on the table. Out of curiosity, she reached in and pulled out a cookie. 'How she eats this stuff, I'll never know... Whatever doesn't kill me, I guess...' Hesitantly,she took a bie othof th cookie.
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