With the shop's characteristic lack of customers, the hours seemed to fly right by, not a single soul entering to interrupt her. So wrapped up with taking advantage of this bout of inspiration, Cynthia didn't even notice the time - she only came to a realization of how late it had gotten when her laptop flashed a low battery warning, and her eyes were drawn to the current time. Well after when they should have closed, and late enough that her roommate might start getting concerned soon.
Part of her wanted to push on regardless, fearful that stopping when she was on such a roll would leave her unable to pick up writing later. But the owner would probably be a bit upset if she stayed here needlessly, and besides, she was excited to take her new form out for a spin. This gooey body of hers was downright incredible, and come hell or high water, she planned to enjoy it.
Hurriedly going through to turn off all the lights, switch the sign to closed and pack up her things, Cynthia had to focus on trying to keep herself together. It had felt so oddly wonderful to sink down, melting into a puddle of blue slime - she would've liked to just relax into that form all night, and would probably do so once she got home. Even as she piled into the car, she found herself taking a moment to let her legs loose definition, sighing at the sensation of her slimy form oozing across the seat before bringing them back into solidity to work the pedals.
Thankfully, the drive wasn't a terribly long one, and the jaunt from the parking space to her apartment was quick. The door was slammed behind her, heavy force applied out of barely-contained anticipation rather than frustration, but it was enough in any case to draw the attention of her roommate. A lanky woman about Cynthia's age, Veronica - Ronnie, as she insisted on being called - was about as chill as one could hope a roommate to be. Laid-back, almost always clad in boots, jeans, a t-shirt and an open flannel overshirt, the sleeves pulled up to reveal the tattoos covering her arms. Relaxed blue eyes were nicely framed by her raven-black hair, dyed violet at the ends.
"You okay, man?" She asked, glancing up from the game she was playing as Cynthia set her things down on the coffee table. "I was gonna call in a sec. You're, like... really late."
Biting her lip, Cynthia nodded. "Ohhhh, I am so much better than okay!" She relaxed against the back of their sofa, feeling not the slightest bit of hesitation about pulling off her clothing. It wasn't like Ronnie didn't do the same thing when she was sweating up a storm. "I had a little accident, and it did something weird, but... god, it gave me so much inspiration! If this keeps up I'll have my novel's draft done by the end of the month!" Her nude form was already beginning to lose color as she sunk down further into the couch.
"Oh nice. Awesome to hear it, man." She nodded, briefly glancing over at Cynthia before returning to her game. It took her a second of playing before she paused it again and looked back to her friend, staring with those lazy eyes. "The melty look is cool too. Is that like... a costume, or something?"
Cynthia's now blue-colored head shook slightly, as she focused on keeping a roughly humanoid shape and vocal chords functional in spite of her now-slimy appearance. "This is the accident I mentioned. It made me this... goo stuff, and it's amazing!" She reached a hand up, letting it stretch out into a long, blue tentacle snaking across the apartment, returning moments later with a bag of chips. "It's weird, but it feels so good."
Ronnie's attention had been completely torn away from her game as she turned to face her roommate, one arm draped over the back of the couch. "Oh wow. That's awesome." Curious, she poked a finger into the slimy mass that had previously been Cynthia's hip, causing the googirl to produce a soft moan at the excitement of something entering her amorphous body. "You're like... some kinda slimy ice cream. That's sick."
It didn't surprise Cynthia that Ronnie was so accepting of this. The girl could be a strange one sometimes, fascinated with absolutely weird and freaky stuff that would've made other people uneasy. This was plain to see as she slipped off her flannel shirt and fearlessly pressed an arm into Cynthia's slimy stomach, producing a whole new series of excited sounds that descended into gurgles. She only stopped once her arm was in up to the shoulder, a smile on her face as she looked over at where Cynthia's own had been, before it was reduced to a formless mass.
"Oh man. You feel... like, just... whoa." The girl's cheeks blushed. "Hey, would it be okay if I like... just got all in you? This uh..." She was rarely at a loss for words, but the gooey warmth that tingled up her arm had managed to disrupt Ronnie's usual distinct sense of chill. "This... the best thing I've ever felt..."