Fallen (Lingorm)

The sun was barely up when Lingling arrived at Orm's place. She leaned against the wall of the living room, already peeling a mandarin orange, knowing full well she'd need all her patience to get through this morning. 

If Orm's track record was anything to go by, the girl would still take another two hours getting ready unless Lingling personally dragged her out the door.

Orm was pacing back and forth, muttering under her breath about something as Lingling silently watched, popping a slice of orange into her mouth.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Prigkhing entered like a hurricane in a burst of energy.

"Morning, Prigkhing," Lingling greeted lazily, barely looking up. "Didn't know you were capable of being awake and this excited at the same time."

Prigkhing clapped her hands together and bounced on her toes. "We are going on a yachtttt! Woohoo!" She threw her hands up in mock celebration, doing a little spin.

Lingling shook her head, unimpressed. "Wow, an actual zombie reborn. Miracles do exist."

Prig ignored her and did another twirl. "Like my outfit?!" She posed dramatically, sticking her leg out. 

The dress was barely there, a light blue scrap of fabric Lingling swore she recognized.

 She said nothing, taking another bite of her orange.

Orm groaned for what had to be the fiftieth time that morning, stomping around like a child denied candy.

Prigkhing's hyperactive gaze shifted to her best friend. "Wait, wait, wait—Orm!" she yelled dramatically. "WHY AREN'T YOU READY YET?"

Orm threw her hands up in exasperation. "I can't find my dress! The one I was supposed to wear today!"

Prigkhing's jaw dropped as though Orm had committed a federal crime. "What do you mean, you can't find it? I told you last night—LAY YOUR OUTFIT OUT BEFORE BED."