A/N: Lmao here's random update!! Thank you guys so much for 1.1k+ reads!
Also, no art in this book is mine, except the Oliver aesthetic in last chapter. The art for this one is by Nitzumi on DeviantArt! Smol Tea Baby crying, nuu (Smol Tea Child nickname credit: +Lenny Kagamine 鏡音レン on G+) Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 4: Sorry...Can I Have Another Twizzler?
"Fuka, this tastes so good!"
"Yeah yeah. I have like 15 cans of soda so knock yourself out."
"You sure? What about your family, won't they want some?"
"...Point doesn't drink soda. Or eat. Or even open his mouth- how the fuck does he breathe?!" Of course, the small little... thing, poked his head out of my hat (he lives in my hat deal with it), and made a small squeak, and shrugged. Oh crap, is Oliver gonna-
"AWW!! Point is so cute~!! What is he?" Knew it.
WAIT WHY IS HE REACHING FOR POINT??
WHY IS POINT LETTING HIM??
WHY AM I ACTING JEALOUS??
The world may never know...
And if you think you know, you're wrong.
And if you think I'm in denial, I'm not.
Shut up.
Of course, Point being the friendly small little clay doll (a/n: I guess idk) he was, he let Oliver hold him... no fair. I don't know how but it's not fair. So what do I do?
Grab Point away.
Curse my possessiveness and jealousy.
What I didn't say that-
"Noo! Fukaa, why'd you take him away?" His single amber eye (should I ask about that? Probably not, he would have told me by now if he wanted me to know.) had that 'puppy-eyed' look, and he was pouting... oops.
"Cause he's my friend not yours!" Wrong reason but oh well. As long as Oliver doesn't cry.
I mean I wouldn't care or anything. Pest deserves it, for... for... invading my personal space? Yeah that's a good reason.
"..S-sorry..."
CRAP HE'S CRYING-
Good job, Fuckass. You made your only friend cry. And now he probably hates you. Good. Damn. Job.
Oh shut up he's perfectly fine just like one tear.
Hmmmmmmm you sure bout that, check again, more like a river.
My voices (of course I have voices in my head, who doesn't? Wait, you don't? Oh. Welp too bad.) were right, the blonde was crying, a lot now, and when he noticed I noticed he just sniffed and put on a fake smile. Painfully fake. Whyyyyy.
"I'm the one who's sorry, I'm a fuck up, I'm sorry, you probably hate me now... you can go if you-"
"W-why wou-uld I want t-to leave? I l-like it here!"
"You're kidding."
"No-o. And, i-it's my fault-"
"Nope. My fault."
"My f-fault!"
"My fault!"
"It was my fault okay shut up!"
"I'm t-the one who-o was taki-ing his a-attenti-ion! My faul-lt!"
And so it basically went on like that for, maybe three or five minutes. Eventually he gave up and instead starting laughing, that damn laugh is contagious I swear, so I started laughing, then we were both crying from it, but in a good way this time.
"Hey, sorry again, Fuka..."
"It's fine. I'm just really possessive of Point."
"I understand completely! I have my bird James, I protect him at all costs!"
Huh. So I guess we are alike. And note I said 'alike' not 'I like'. Tch, weirdos.
"Cool... "
"Mhm~!"
"...I'm sorry. Honestly. If you promise not to abandon me or hate me, I'll promise to let you play with him. Buuuut I wanna play with James too sometimes."
"Hehe, it's a deal!"
"Wow. A friend. Feels nice."
"Huh?"
Aaa I said that out loud shit!
"Nothing, nothing. Sorry... can I have another Twizzler?"
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