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“Fen, um,” Fionna mumbles as she dismounts her shoulders, “my blood hurt the Lich.” She leans forward and looks up at Fennel’s sheepish face. “Whittling away at a reason here, but if you wanna tell me yourself…”

Fennel holds her breath, stare glued to the screen. “If you think you know why do I have to say it out loud?” She bites her lip, chewing at the dry skin there. “Embarrassing.”

“No it’s not,” Fi insists softly, crouching into the treetop and patting the space next to her. Fennel sighs and sinks down to her knees, flipping the phone shut and tossing it into Fi’s lap. “I miss you all the time, and” she waves her cell in the air, “now that you’ve seen this… please stay.” Her other glances at her with sad, frustrated eyes, lighting her face dimly. “How much more of my mortal lifespan are you gonna eat up by being a wuss, dude?”

Fennel growls, chin dropping to her chest. “I’m not being a wuss, I don’t wanna hurt you, stupid.”

“He had scars 'n real angry marks all over from the neck down.” Fennel’s face whips up. “Dude-me looked like he got dumped in a lake full of pissed off razor fish on the daily.” Fionna swallows her shame and steadies herself as she forces out “did you ever stop to think I’d like it?” with a very red neck, chin set defiantly. “It was the first thing that got me all dumb over you.”

Fi brings a hand up to her other’s jaw and drags her thumb over her lower lip as she sits there, nervy and buzzing out of her skin, grass curling, hair reaching for her wrist. Fionna pushes it down, revealing a quick flash of fangs.

“How dangerous you are— it’s, I uh…” she falters, clearing her throat and dropping her arm to pet at the locks weaving between her fingers. “I like you, Fennel. I don’t want you to be something you’re not.”

Fennel shoves her hand into her bangs and sneers irritably. “I could really mess you up.”

“Okay, and?“ Fionna raises her voice, frustrated.