“...Python, you and I need to talk.”
The currently unarmored Bomberman stood in front of the other, arms crossed, a wildly unimpressed expression occupying their face.
“Yeah, ‘sup?”
On her end, Python stood straight, floating a few centimeters above the ground, her arms following the flow of her body. She didn’t understand why the other had summoned her here, but it must’ve been important if they had called in such a hurry.
“What was that about my apparent “inability” to design or compose things?”
Unamused. They knew how much the girl was a jokester, yet CB-01 wasn’t laughing this time around. The digital bomber felt hurt, having read an earlier remark from her part. What was wrong with their armor combo? Or their layout?
“D-did you...”
Oh boy. Python was trying not to laugh, when her eyes crossed the other’s. They were, or at least seemed, dead serious about the entire situation.
“Y-you..pff..You didn’t call me here just for that, right?”
Taking a few steps forward, Bomberman grounded their friend, by pulling on one of her arms. It really wasn’t a laughing matter, not in their mind, anyways.
“Tell me. What’s wrong with any of it?”
A chill. The girl felt somewhat uncomfortable by now, just by the tone of their voice. Not a joke. Not a joke... It was hard for her to process that they were serious.
“L-look if it’s about what I wrote...uh... I...”
Pause. On one hand, she wanted to apologize, but on the other, she wanted to tell them the truth. After a brief moment, Python resumed her sentence, slapping the other’s arm away.
“I...You know that I’m right! It sucks, it truly does! There, I said it! Are you happy, now?”
Jump. The brown-clad bomber floated away, transferring herself elsewhere.
“PYTHON!”
CB-01 couldn’t believe their eyes and ears, right now.
