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He paused when she snapped at him, his eyes visibly widening. She said she was glad, why was she getting upset? 

 “Well uh, thats good? Right?”

He was only met with a grumble from the woman, before she huffed and turned away.

“It isn’t a concern to me anymore. Besides, I think Lord Demigra needs me back by this hour. Ciao.”

 “Yeah, she definitely has talked way less about you. She’s way happier too.”

 He kept talking, unaware of how this was actually hurting Robel. She was glad for this, right? Surely knowing Putine moved on would help Robel feel batter right?

Another pause. Wow, did she really make Putine that unhappy? Well, it wasn’t all her fault! Putine could tend to be bratty at times and quite frankly that was a bit of a nuisance! 

How dare....how dare she be so good at moving on! How dare she be better than Robel!

“Alright, I understand the situation!” she replied, albeit perhaps a bit too snappy. Certainly, she was trying to not let these inconvenient feelings control her.

 “You sound obsessed too, not gonna lie.”

He pauses, looking up at her. 

 “But if it makes you feel any better, she got a new girlfriend lately,”

“I’m not obsess-!”

She paused, hearing the last statement. Oh, she’s already moved on.....huh...

How could she. Not that she was jealous or anything! But....how dare Putine move on before Robel herself had moved on! Putine couldn’t simply best her at this too! 

Oh...but she couldn’t bear to look as if she was hurt by this!

 “Why does it matter what Putine says? I mean, she mentions you sometimes but I tend not to listen, it’s not my business that you dated or whatever you did.”

“So she does still speak of me! I knew it!”

Pause. 

Opening up the front door, he had been expecting one of his neighbors to come by asking about one thing or another, but to be faced with one of the two remotely welcome faces in this gods-forsaken city gave him nothing short of whiplash.

“When did you-?” he halts himself with a fist over his mouth, grunting as if clearing his throat and gesturing with his other hand for her to come into his apartment.

Looking her up and down, he notes her lack of ‘casual’ clothing for walking around in Conton, “You’re dressed a little odd for a civilian, yourself.”

It’s a disguise, don’t say anything about it, don’t say anythingaboutit–

She stalked into the room, giving a little smile as she looked around. 

“At least you had the sense to keep your space uncluttered,” she observed, before turning back to him. Then, looked a bit offended. “What? It’s my evening outfit. Of course I’m going to wear it! It’s better than adorning myself in the rags of a man trying to sell overpriced frozen animal milk.”

Robel twirled a lock of hair on her finger. “Anyways, Lord Demigra requested I check in on you, due to the fact that he doesn’t have the space in his desolate schedule. Ever since he sensed your ki here, he had been meaning for us to come and speak to you.”

“An angel? All they way out in the confines of this side of the universe? If...I’m not mistaken by that halo.”

“My, if it isn’t Chamel! Where have you been lurking around all this-”

“Tch… Hold your tongue before I remove it for you.”

“Huhu, just as feisty as I remember,” the woman tittered, brushing a stray hair away from her face. 

“Well, would you look at that. Even the airily dutiful cat is here.”

Robel from Super Dragon Ball Heroes

- Indie

- Semi-selective

- a little canon divergent

- mun & muse are 18+

- oc friendly