Silent Affection: A Future Popee x [OC] Reader

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For some reason, when she checked the entry logs and documents, there was nothing. No evidence. It had just stated that Olive had entered by herself. Pavol knew that wasn't true, so she might ask Griddette about it later. And if it was who Pavol thought it was, then it would complicate things even further.

• • •

She decided to log in and check the footage from when they entered, opening the camera history from 9:46 PM, five days ago. But there was nothing. The screen Pavol was facing simply said, "Video Not Found. Please try again. "  And so she did, reloading it, but always the same outcome.

Strange.

Pavol took a sip of her tea, closing off the camera program and crossing her arms , now so confused that she just wished the answers would float into her brain already.

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On the other hand, Today was a good day at the florist's. 

Eepop for one, had successfully managed to untangle her hurricane of hair and straighten it out. Wasn't silky smooth, but much better than yesterday. Man, that ten pack of combs was a good buy. Second, she arranged her new sweet juliets as a brand display right outside the shop and she thought she did a thoroughly modern set up on it. Third of all, she had a higher order and was supporting for a wedding, so her sales were increased by... a lot. Eepop was only halfway done with all the bouquets, a total of 110 of them being needed. She wondered if she could finish in time by Olive's departure, not wanting to cancel last minute. And still after all this, she hoped Onomadek wasn't getting into the carnations.

She brushed a strand of hair out of her face, as she was done moving large pots of orchids, and headed over to where the pink fluff was. Onomadek was helping make the bouquets, struggling to resist the urge to maul off the petals. But her claws were good for doing tiny things and slipping knots easily, something she liked to boast to the auburn a lot.

"How are the carnations coming along, Noma?"

She looked up, a mask dropping to reveal a calm, neutral expression. Her deeper than average, but still pleasant voice emerged.

"Good, good. How was your visit with the drama doctor? Is he still a bitch?"

"Yeah, something like that, heh. I think his walls have fallen, though."

"Really? What happened?"

"Well... You remember Olive?"

Onomadek showed a now contemplative mask, the name Olive not really ringing a bell.

"Uh..explain?"

Eepop  showed offense for Olive in the case, eyebrows furrowing.

"Noma! Don't you remember her? Purple hair, green eyes?"

Onomadek grunted, still unsure. Eepop sighed.

"...The mime,Noma?"

A faint image struck in her head, now realizing .

"Oooh! Her, oh yeah."

• • •

The auburn rolled her eyes, never failing to be surprised at the wolf's short term memory.

"What? You can't blame me. I don't even see her that much."

"I used to talk to her almost every day! You were even around sometimes."

"You know that I don't care about your business. Besides, didn't the bitch's dad move the mirror on her side?"

"Yeah, but I managed."

Onomadek could feel the auburn's now depressing "aura" practically punch her gut.

"Wait, was that about his walls falling?-"

"Noma-"

And this was when the pink wolf bust out laughing. Her brain refused to believe that him, the most bitchiest pigtail-wearing bitch on Earth, had developed feelings. Like, not even like-like feelings, but, love feelings!

If this were an anime, Eepop would've had a sweat running down the right side of her face, trying to maintain a non-shady face.

When the wolf looked back up at her, releasing the hysteric laughing mask, she stopped and actually became quiet.

"Wait, you're serious?"

Eepop nodded, a small chuckle emerging from her as well. She begun to start making bouquets, the shop being empty. A little gossip wouldn't hurt on the down time.

"Hilariously, yes."

"No way. We're paying the bitch a visit, right?"

"I already did, and he seems to dislike me more. Maybe he might warm up with you."

"Maybe? Eepop, he is me, but more of a bitch. I'll get him when I see him. Just you watch."

"I will, we'll probably go back tomorrow. And stop calling him that."

"Yeah, right. I just want to pester the drama queen."

"Oh, Noma. You never change."

"And I never will."

The two female had a sort of up and down relationship, with both getting on each other's nerve, but it was impossible for them to stay apart for so long.

....

After a good hour, about sixteen more bouquets had been accomplished. Only 39 more to go. Eepop wiped her face, sweating a bit.  Onomadek did the same, the sun really shining now. Where did the nice and cool rain go?

"Ugh..Why is it so damn hot?"

Eepop laughed, knowing Onomadek didn't  watch the news as often as her.

"Didn't you see it on the news? It's going to be like this now and next week, all in the 80s and up."

"My fur is going to suffer in this heat."

"Well, when we visit tommorow, you can stick yourself in the air conditioning all you want."

"Shut up."

"Whichever, now come get me some more rope on this shelf!"

"Ha, you short peice of shit!"

"Noma!"

"Fine, coming!"

• • •

Meanwhile,  Olive and the doctor were still going fairly buddy-buddy. Their hands weren't together anymore, but rather the both of them, just sitting and watching the television in front of her bed. Or, at least he was. You see, it was a horror film going on, and Olive.... wasn't really a fan of those, unlike the doctor. He didn't mind slacking off, not with her on his mind. Also, he technically did his day's work, already sending in her bloodwork and pulse signs, and whatnot.

Olive was only mesmerized by the screen, when a more happier advertisment. Whenever an animal or pet showed, her eyes glued to the display.  So distracted, in fact that at first, she didn't notice that she was clasping the man's arm and leaning on him from when the movie was previously playing. She jolted at some of it, and because Olive wasn't watching the man in that very moment, he cracked a smile. He leaned back unto her, heads kinda pressed against each other, and he kinda served as her pillow for the remainder of the film, but he didn't mind,really. She smelled like assorted fruits, humorous to the man if only she smelled of olives . But again, he could tolerate it.