@lovstrukk Said: I Was Thinking About Something . I Was Thinking It Would Be Great If We Could Stay Friends

@lovstrukk​ said: ❛  i  was  thinking  about  something  ….  i  was  thinking  it  would  be  great  if  we  could  stay  friends  forever!  ❜

Animal crossing starters ;; accepting

It was their idea to pop out of woodscout territory for awhile. Only a trip to sleepy town, at the diner. He’s never been and yet he felt like he’s been a regular for years, just from stepping inside. The overhead lights flickered & the whole room smelled like fresh apple pie. Now this is something he could get used to.

Maven was certainly someone peculiar. How could they find themself compelled to spend so much time with him? Even petrol knew he had the conversation potential of a pet rock. For some reason, maven never seemed to notice nor care. Maybe they just want attention, he wouldn’t put it past ‘em.

...But it had to be out of the goodness of their heart, right? Why else would maven buy them both chocolate milkshakes, without expecting anything in return? He was still stirring it around with his straw when they said that about their friendship. It’s enough to make him pause. Only for a moment, then nodding along. He really could see himself at maven’s side. Maybe not forever, but he can entertain the possibility.

serene || serenity

@hopes-n-dreemurrs ➼ found a friend or foe? 

The ashes of the campfire have left his fingers blackened & dusted. A long day of training followed by a whole night of telling stories. Or, people taking turns of listening to themselves talk. Didn’t make a difference.

What did change, however, was an all too quick flash of green in the corner of his eye. It’s the creepy brown haired child, for sure. They’ve been stuck trying to escape for weeks. Each time, petrol was tasked with bringing them back.

This charade had become so routine- he was almost tempted to let Chara go. He wondered how far out they would manage to get. Probably a long way from here. They’re at the docks now, & petrol couldn’t be bothered to actually jog over. Each step slow & deliberate. Mumbling under his breath. He could be in bed by now- but no, he’s stuck doing the right thing.

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💉 — DEEP BREATHS, CORTEX. DEEP BREATHS. Petrol was being… IMPOSSIBLE– No. No, no, don’t just start yelling now, Frankie. He was…. frustrated, sure– He was trying his best and still his friend was acting like a BABY!

Okay, okay… Actual deep breaths, unclench your jaw, open your fists… In for 4, out for 8– You’re cool. He’s just in pain, you’ve been in pain before. And you’re WAY whinier. Judging Petrol for THIS would make you king of the hypocrites.

»Look, it’s– we’re done. Okay? I’m not even gonna… wrap them up. That’d only make you sweat;; Sweating: The act of secreting fluid from the skin by the sweat glands, also known as sudoriferous–«

….okay, NERD. No need to brag with your wide knowledge.

»–and as we BOTH know, sweat is salty, getting salt into an open wound would just be–«

….heeeee’s getting off topic, isn’t he?

»ANYWAY, I won’t wrap them up. Unless you want me to, that is.«

It only took less than a minute to have petrol tuning him out again. He hated that fucking tone- cortex was talking down to him like he was an idiot. Now, petrol knew it’s most likely accidental, that he can’t help but ramble & explain everything because he’s a chatterbox. It didn’t do much to stop the spite sputtering at the surface. His perpetual scowl only gets more pronounced. Pulling away entirely, & rolled the uniform sleeve back over.

What a waste of time. Even giving him the cold shoulder of all things. Well- unless something else was eating at his mind to make him act like this. Cortex wasn’t doing any favors either. He knew acting like a brat wouldn’t solve anything but damnit, he needs a break. Use your words, asshole. Yeah right. He grunts again. If Petrol’s holding back, fine. It’s not like he could get him to leave anyway.

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