@ffcwn (cont. from here):
Instead of saying anything in return, Fawn snorted before shooting Morty a knowing look. As his recently turned ex-girlfriend yet still date for the night, one would think that after noticing the amount of times his eyes would stray away and stare at a certain dressed in blue and blonde haired girl, that it would annoy Fawn since he wasn’t paying much attention to her. If anything, the brunette should’ve maybe even been kind of jealous that he was looking at another girl who wasn’t her. And yet— there was no jealous feelings there. That was more Tink’s kind of brand anyways, even though she can admit that it was kind of annoying with how many times Morty had gotten distracted since arriving to the ball. Almost as if he wished he had asked her to be his date for the this masquerade ball rather than agreeing to come here as friends with Fawn. Why he didn’t do so, she wasn’t about to question it, but what the brunette will do is say this to him. “You’ve been staring at her the entire night.” She commented, now smirking at him. “I think everyone here can see how transparent you’re being right now. Which leaves me to say— go talk to her! You look like you’ve been dying to anyways.”
“Maybe I’m waiting for her to talk to me,” Morty retorted, lifting his chin pridefully as if the idea of playing hard to get with one of his close friends wasn’t a ridiculous concept in itself—let alone with the addition of the fact that she was also his ex girlfriend and had already found him hard to want. Who approached whom shouldn’t even be a detail that mattered this many years after their secret high school breakup, not when they were still good friends and had been all along, but Morty could get like this sometimes over petty things. He had always felt he was the one more invested in his relationship with Bubbles when they were together; should he also be the one to give more focus to their friendship and go out of his way to reach out to her every time they were at the same party? He wasn’t obsessed.
Although, Fawn’s assessment didn’t paint a flattering picture if she thought everyone could tell that he was looking at Bubbles…He never even realized he glanced at her that often, but that very thought prompted his eyes to flash in her direction once again, finding her immediately as if he was always acutely aware of her presence in a room no matter how crowded. “Whatever. I’m here with you. You have my full attention.” Morty pulled his gaze back to Fawn and smiled, deciding that he would focus on his date tonight and talk to his other ex if he happened to have an opportunity. Fawn didn’t even seem jealous that he’d been neglecting her so far if her encouragement for him to go talk to another woman was a sign, but now he had a point to prove—that when he took a girl for a date he treated them well regardless of any agreed-upon lack of romantic intentions. They were still friends after all.
