“No, thank you!”

>:3

@emesisblu-hunter

Polite lets out a sound of surprise at the sudden kiss, but he soon relaxes into it, closing his eyes and bringing his arms to wrap around Hunter’s neck, pulling them closer together.

After a minute or so he pulled back from the kiss, his face now a rosey red.

“I…”

He was breathless for a moment.

“I never knew you felt this way about me, Hunter.”

“It is…quite odd in this ‘backrooms’. I can’t seem to find a way out! There are just so many rooms and random things all around here…”

“I do hope I find someone soon…it is quite lonely in here without my friends. Though I suppose this is a good opportunity to meet some new people as well.”

“Oh, hello there, my friend! It is nice to meet you! My name is Polite spy.”

Grappler took a slow step towards Polite, almost reaching out before thinking better of it and withdrawing her his hand.

"You were gone for a while. Do you... need anything? While I'm here?"

[@blu-grappler]

“I…Don’t quite understand. But I am okay, I do not need anything, my friend. Thank you though, for the concern.”

Grappler nodded, seeming hesitant to leave.

“Okay. I was… just making sure. I—”

sHe paused before speaking again.

He put his hand on Grappler’s shoulder, giving it a pat.

sHe trailed off.

"I was more focused on other things. And-- and you being gone made me realize, maybe I should talk to people a little more? Because you... you never know when something will happen to them, and the things you wanted to tell them are... lost, kind of."

sHe looked up with a sigh, her his gaze traveling towards the gray horizon.

“I would never judge you for anything. That is a promise.”

August asked, holding out a hand to help him up.

- ❄️🐦‍⬛ / @meet-the-messenger (August event!)

Polite blinks a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus on…Messanger?

They sounded like Messanger, but…something was terribly off about them. Why were they so…blue now?

God…his head hurt. It felt like everything was spinning, his heartbeat in his ears.

“I….I would assume that I am…but I am feeling quite disoriented at the moment…”

“Are you…Messanger?”

He spoke, his voice quieter than usual. Bringing a hand up to feel August’s face. Why were they so…blue? They certainly didn’t look like this yesterday…was it yesterday?

“You look so different now…”

They tilted their head, debating on how to approach this, especially with Polite looking so… disoriented.

They sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“2…200 years…? How on earth did that happen…?”

He looked concerned, taking Messangers hands in his.

“Is this why you’re so…different now?”

“Not sure for the “how,” I can only assume it’s… some kind of time dilation. A… difference in timelines, between universes.”

“Yeah… that’s why I’m so different now, I— I uh. I died. People don’t naturally live that long.”

At his desire to remember, and seeming inability, they looked concerned.

“Well, I came back to find you… dressed in red, and… irritable. To say the least. I didn’t hear much about how this had happened, but I was able to pick up on the fact that it wasn’t you pretty quickly. You snapped at me a little, but with a little patience you were calm again. You didn’t seem… hm. How to word this. You weren’t necessarily aggressive, so much as… defensive. Or, you know the saying that “the best defense is a good offense?” It struck me as that— lashing out at others to keep them at bay while you recovered.”

“Once I realized that, getting along with… “Impolite” as he called himself, was simple. At his core… I think he was just worried about you.”

At least, that's how he viewed it.

The last time Impolite was in control, he was practically trapped within his own mind while Impolite wrecked havoc and almost ruined all of his relationships with his friends. In his eyes, Impolite was someone who was horrible.

Terrible even! He went against everything he ever believed in, and was the result of a broken promise.

He didn't say anything. Too lost in his own mind to think of anything to say, trying to understand.

Grappler took a slow step towards Polite, almost reaching out before thinking better of it and withdrawing her his hand.

"You were gone for a while. Do you... need anything? While I'm here?"

[@blu-grappler]

“I…Don’t quite understand. But I am okay, I do not need anything, my friend. Thank you though, for the concern.”

Grappler nodded, seeming hesitant to leave.

“Okay. I was… just making sure. I—”

sHe paused before speaking again.

He put his hand on Grappler’s shoulder, giving it a pat.

He couldn’t think of anything else but getting to that door. He didn’t even acknowledge the stares he got from the mercs that were at the base, simply running past them in order to get to his destination. He had made it down the last flight of stairs, and had made it down the hallway.

To his door.

He knocked ferociously, even as he was still catching his breath from all the running he had just done, he hoped and prayed to whatever holy being was watching over them that Soldier would open the door. To let him explain. To listen to him.

“Please, please open the door!”

He whispered to himself.

- @polite-espionage 💛

Soldier opened the door in a daze, clearly waking up from a nap, as he was in his rocket-patterned pajama pants, helmet and nothing else. A fluffy looking raccoon- one that Polite somehow knew was named 'Private Glitterfarts'- snarled at Soldier's feet.

I DO NOT WANT ANY GIRL SCOUT COOKIES, YOU WILL NOT TRICK ME WITH YOUR SOCIALIST AGEND-

Soldier froze at the sight of Polite standing at his door.

Oh.

Uhm.

He couldn’t speak for a moment. Just telling by his attitude alone that he must have done something. Tears started to well up in his eyes, making the bottoms of them shine in the light from the hallway.

“…Solly. What did I do?”

Oh. So you get to ask me that question, now, Flowers?! Even though you wouldn't answer that NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I ASKED??

Hff...I-

Soldier pinches the bridge of his nose under his helmet, pointing at the cigarette burn scars that dappled his neck and shoulders.

This is only half of what you did.

He couldn’t stop his hands from shaking, and his tears that started to drip down his face.

He thought back to the promise he had made to Soldier that night.

“I would never hurt you.”

Polite wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and to beg for forgiveness, but he knew that wouldn’t change anything. Soldier was reasonably upset with him. He didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t mean to hurt him. He never did. He didn’t even remember what had happened, all of the things he had done to Soldier.

All he could do was bury his face in his hands and sob. He felt so absolutely terrible for breaking a promise, for breaking soldiers trust. He was shaking, being unable to comprehend nor process everything he was feeling.

And then he moved.

Polite rushed his way over to Soldier, before falling in front of him, holding onto his knees as he cried.

“Soldier! I’m so sorry! I never meant to hurt you in any way! I promised you that…I’m so, so sorry…my Solly.”

He spoke through sobs.

He could only feel his heart beat faster at the words 'My Solly'..

I- I-

He tasted of strawberries and slight salt. Some of the tears had made their way onto his lips.

“I’m so sorry..”

He pressed a kiss.

“I’m sorry.”

He pressed another one.

Through his sobs he pleaded, and apologized over and over again. He wanted to show Soldier that he did love him. That he never meant anything that he did.