Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 13: A Rainy Morning

I wake up that morning, exhausted. God, I couldn't sleep at all. These connections are confusing, I keep walking back and forth. I wish I wasn't such a rookie. I wish Con stopped fücking around. He is going to come to the funeral today, so I have to make sure to drag him along to the Funhouse today. I get up, almost falling back down due to exhaustion, but manage to catch myself on a nearby desk. I decide to call Connor, just to confirm that he's coming today.

Kirigiring. Kirigiring.

"Connor Wigga here."

"Hey, Con. You're cumming to the funeral, right?"

"Of course, I didn't know him that well but, I thought I'd pay my respects anyways."

"I bet he'd appreciate that, Connor. We have someplace to go afterwards. You're with me. You don't get a chance to say no, you've been slacking off."

"Sorry, but give me a break. That almost rape thing really got to me... "

"You do realize I was in the same position right? I was there as well."

Con is silent for a moment.

"Yeah, I get it. I'll be there, whenever. This is my job after all."

I say nothing, shocked at his sudden determination, "Good," was all I could mutter out.

"I'll see you there, dude." He hangs up first.

I decide I better get ready if I want to make it to the funeral on time. I wear a white collar shirt under my favorite black suit, paired with a pair of nice pants, and black shoes. The top was a white button up, with a black buttoned vest and an ironed black tie. The bottoms were just fancy black slacks. I head downstairs to gather my things and head out. I grab my keys, phone, walkie talkie, notepad, and gay pencil, then head out to find-

Con. Fucking Con.

Connor Wigga, standing at my doorstep. I do a doubletake, what is Con doing here?

"Hey, babe." he says, smirking cutely, trying out the new nickname.

"What?" I respond, eyes widening.

"I came to pick you up, I know today's a big day for you, I hope you don't mind, cutie..." He says, muttering the last part under his breath, the tip of his ears turning a bright pink.

I almost didn't hear the last word, but managed to catch it. Realizing what he just called me, I also turn a bright pink and shoot a grin at him. A grin that speaks, "Haha I know what you just called me," but also means, "Say it again... "

He doesn't pick up the meanings, though. I sigh in disbelief at how oblivious he is.

"Whatever, let's just go," I strut in front of him, clearly showing I'm superior in terms of gayness, hotness - however, well, I'll just leave that space blank and let imaginations run wild. When I turn around to see if he was following me, I see his eyes flit upwards, as if they were looking somewhere lower... like my äss. "You dare stare at my äss as we go to a funeral, Connor?" I say, stopping and facing him.

"I-I couldn't resist. It's just so... pert... " He replies, blushing a darker pink.

"Hmph, don't call my butt pert." I continue walking, intentionally bouncing my butt, teasing him, making him need it.

He blushes even harder, turning as red as period blood.

I laugh at his cuteness internally.

Finally, we arrive to the funeral, where all previous humor dissipated. It's as if the entire atmosphere changed completely; it suddenly starts drizzling. Only a few people were there, but they spoke in silent whispers, and the fact that everyone was standing perfectly still was what creeped Con and I most.