Cohost writing prompt: @slime-that — Goo that might make you goo, too
“No it isn’t,” Zerd says feebly, face red and voice shrunk from embarrassment.
“Sure it is,” Zerd’s work-buddy Bee says jovially.
“Look, it says what it is on the, y’know, on the packaging and the website and in the documentation—”
“Sure,” Bee says. “And I can buy any of a hundred things that swear to goodness they’re six-speed massagers for ‘relieving muscle tension’. Which are all vibrators.”
“It’s a low-gravity muscular maintenance physiotherapy aid,” Zerd says pathetically. “My Mom ordered it for me, Bee, I cannot think of it any other way or I will have to recycle myself into protein cubes.”
“Iiiiiit’s a sex toy,” Bee says cheerily. “It’s your amorphous squishy love buddy!”
“It’s for joyless exercise,” Zerd says, covering her eyes.
Bee snatches the box. “It’s the goo that’ll make you goo too!” she reads off it gleefully.
“That’s a reference to what an exhausting workout it provi—” Zerd breaks off, aware that wasn’t a smart avenue to be led down.
“That’s what she said!” Bee says triumphantly.
