Magda knocks on the front door of Jenny's shithole place, gingerly opens the door that doesn't even properly lock, picks her way through the mess on the floor, walks into Jenny's bedroom, and shrieks at the top of her lungs.
Jenny startles awake, yelling too, and they end up panting and panicked, staring at each other.
"What the fuck, Magda," Jenny says eventually, trying to calm her breathing down.
"ME what the fuck?" Magda demands, still shouting. "YOU what the fuck! I thought somebody had hacked the goobot in the night and — and murdered you with it!"
"Oh." The goobot starts to retract from vaguely blanket-shaped and plastered on top of Jenny's prone form, into a spheroid, and simultaneously retreats across the bed, pouring onto the floor on the side opposite Magda's feet.
"You sleep jacked into that thing?" Magda demands, verging on hysterical.
"It makes a really good weighted blanket!" Jenny says defensively.
"OH MY GOD YOU ARE TENTACLE FUCKING YOURSELF WITH THE GOOBOT," Magda says at the top of her lungs.
"Shut up," Jenny yells back crossly. "That's not even that fun if you have to do it all yourself—!"
Somebody upstairs hammers on the floor and faintly screams, "SHUT UP!"
"Shut up," Jenny repeats, scowling, at a reasonable indoor volume. "Weighted blankets are mainstream! Hell, you've probably tried one! They're good!"
"The multimillion-dollar soft robot is not a weighted blanket!" Magda hisses.
Jenny scoffs. "Sure it is," she says. "Lie down, I'll show you."
"I AM NOT LYING DOWN IN YOUR NEST OF DEPRAVITY."
Upstairs hammers on the floor again.
"...I'll change the sheets," Jenny says.
"This is an excuse to tentacle molest me," Magda says, scowling, arms crossed tight across her chest.
"No," Jenny says, scowling right back. "Promise. Weighted blanket."
Magda huffs and tosses her head. "Change the sheets," she says eventually, as aggrieved as she can make it.
"You're such a fucking princess," Jenny snipes, but she changes the bedding, mockingly bows. "Your highness."
"Asshole," Magda says, sniffs with expansive disdain, and kicks off her shoes. She settles gingerly onto her back.
"Weighted blanket incoming," Jenny says, and the goobot reverse-pours itself upwards onto the bed from the floor, rolls over Magda like a wave, morphing blanket-flat.
"Oh," Magda says grudgingly.
"See?" Jenny says. "Relax, you're not getting the experience while you're stiff as a board, you suspicious asshole."
Magda wriggles herself a little more comfortable, and lets the tension seep out of her.
"Yeah?"
"I suppose," Magda allows.
"You suppose," Jenny mocks, and buries her hands gently in Magda's hair, scratching over her scalp.
"Cheat." Magda groans, shudders, and goes boneless.
It's a while before it comes to her attention that the gentle weight of the goobot has settled over her limbs, moulded like memory foam, but then hardened to immobility. It's still flexing easily over her chest, breathing unrestricted, but her arms and legs are held in place like an action figure in a vacuum-moulded blister.
"Oh, you shithead," she moans.
"You're relaxed, nothing's happening, it's all fine," Jenny coos at her, and slips two fingertips between her teeth. Magda mouths at them sulkily, lethargic and restrained, while nothing happens except her mouth is slowly and gently and shallowly fucked, and Jenny keeps up scritching her head with her other hand, keeping her melty and agreeable.
She tries to call Jenny a name, out of habit, around Jenny's fingertips, but it just comes out as a wet gurgle-slurry, and her head's too empty to held onto what it even was from one end of it to the other.
"Look at you," Jenny says, meaningless, unintelligible, tender, somewhere above her and far away. "Not sure I've ever seen you really relax before. Shit'll kill you, you know, you'll have a heart attack before you're forty like a gamedev or something." Her thumb wipes the beginning of a runnel of drool from the corner of Magda's mouth. "See? Weighted blankets, they're the shit."
