Friendship is Self-inset College AU Crossover

Aria hucked the medical bag of blood in a Sonata-ward direction, landing a hit directly against her face.

“ArgggUhhyhggggguuuuuh!” The ceiling gods are violently seeking parlay!”

“Stop fucking around and eat your goddamn sandwiches.” Aria demanded as she placed a silver serving platter of assorted sandwiches on the bed in front of the trio of nude, bloody warpaint-covered duvet warriors.

“You’re not my real mom!” Justice fired back. The resulting desk lamp, it’s body a shapely and ornate polished brass and it’s shade a beautiful lavender with deep purple flowers, that was thrown left him mildly concussed.

Sunset hucked the lamp back at Aria. Aria caught the lamp which was quickly snagged by Adagio, cuddled slightly, and placed back on it’s perch.

“That’s my husband and I need him!” Sunset looked down, noticing her 'husband' was suddenly looking far more feminine in the face, chest, crou- er - far more feminine than a second ago. "Wife?" Sunset enquired.

"Whatever reduces the number of lamps to forehead ratio to zero over zero," Justice answered.

Sunset nodded then looked back up. "Seriously, though! Requesting brake-pumpage until after lunch."

Sonata elbowed Sunset as the siren type-writer style devastated her sandwich with razor-sharp teeth.

"Dinner!" Sunset corrected. "Or at least through reasonably light and soft things for a few hours."

“You tell her-Sun… Sunny-bunny,” Justice produced a middle finger that missed the strikingly spiky, and purple target of one Aria Blaze. Sunset helpfully repositioned the finger and added one of her own middle digits for good measure.

Return fire was initiated.

“Aaaria!” Sonata cried like a drama-factory work whistle, her sandwich having been shown no mercy. “That’s the only source of dick we have without using magic or going outside to woo, kidnap, or woo and also kidnap Flash Sentry.”

“First off, fuck you for 69% of that sentence,” Sunset fired off at Sonata. “Second off, you three have less than zero issues getting guys to notice you and wanting to figure out just how close the curtains match the drapes!”

Aria chuckled and began handing out sandwiches to the barely conscious team of bed crusaders. “Seriously, Sunset. You defs need blood sugar.”

“Render onto Sunset!” Sunset growled as she snatched two slices of thick sliced bread which were generously loaded with meats, cheese, veggies, and visible mayonnaise and mustard peaking out here and there. Said sandwich quickly became close friends with Sunset’s mouth.

“Carpets…” Justice mumbled as Adagio shoved a sandwich into her hands. “Carpets match the drapes…”

“Sunset,” Adagio began, “in regards us defaulting to your taste in men and boys with fast cars; believe it or not we’re terrible judges of character.”

Sunset began to glare-choke on the piece of sandwich she was eating. Justice quickly swallowed the chunk of sandwich she was chewing. “Holy G ‘Dagi! What will we all fuck if Flash is melted down like that?”

Sunset cough-laughed herself out of needing to be power-big spooned to save her life. “Seriously, you three think you’re poor judges of character?”

The trio of Dazzlings all looked exchanged ‘Should we take this one or continue our lunch break?’ smiles.

“I will dizzy-shank anyone who attacks Sunset and I with a ‘judge of character’ line!” Justice cried, his masculine form returning and deep ocean blue eyes locked on the sandwich in front of him. “Or anyone in this room, for that matter.”

The sandwich, while impressed, continued its stoickly sandwich nature and said nothing.

“Yay!” Sonata cried. “We’re popular around this bedroom!”

Sunset smiled over her half-devoured sandwich. “And I’ll talk him down! He’s clearly over-lamped and has nothing to shank with.”

Sonata let out a provocative giggle. “If you say so.”