Imagine Whisper pointing at Startline and threatening to kill Mimic if he doesn't release Tangle right now. The octopus just laughs, saying the typical "I don't care" phrase:
—Let her go, Mimic. Or I'll kill him right here! —Whisper said angrily..
Tangle struggled, trapped by one of Mimic's tentacles. The knife was almost touching her neck.
—Really, Whisper? Is this how you're going to play? Threaten me with him? —Mimic tilted her head and laughed.
—Don't provoke me," Whisper added through gritted teeth.
—You know better than anyone that I don't form bonds. What am I supposed to feel if you kill him? Sorrow? Remorse?"
Both girls gasped. They thought those two had a relationship beyond their alliance. But knowing Mimic, Whisper already feared it; for a moment, she felt sorry for Starline.
No, she doesn't. Those two deserve each other."
—Please!" If you really thought that would work, you're dumber than I remembered. Did you think of all the idiots… I'd care about him?
Starline's face suddenly hardened. Something about Mimic's comment —so casual, so gratuitous— struck her deeper than she expected. A pang in her chest. Annoyance? Hurt pride? Something else?
Mimic kept talking without stopping, turning slightly to look at Whisper directly, as if relishing the moment.
—What's next? A poetic threat? Come on, Whisper, you're better than this. —he smiled.
At that instant, Starline took advantage of the distraction. She swiped at Whisper's wrist. The wolf stumbled backward. In an instant, Mimic spun around, ready to stab Tangle, but was met with a kick.
—No so fast. —Tangle landed on her feet, panting—. Eh?
—Tangle! —Whisper sat up, furious.
They both looked around, but Mimic and Starline were gone.
Starline had her back to him, fiddling with her devices with a cold expression. They hadn't said a word since they escaped.
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—Are you really going to pull that silent act all day? —with an ice pack on her head, she looked at him disdainfully
Nothing. Starline remained focused.
—Oh, come on. Were you really offended? It was a distraction! I saved your ass! And what did I get out of it? This! —he pointed to her head..
Silence remained, save for the beeping of Starline's devices.
—I can't believe it affected you. —he threw himself down on the makeshift couch, tired of waiting for a response.
—It doesn't affect me. I'm working.
—Ush, fine if I worried. Happy!
—I told you, I don't care
—Don't you dare lie, Starline!
Starline stood up, touching his temple, ready to leave since he was already irritated by all this.
— Don't ignore me, damn it! —Mimic stood up, grabbing the platypus's arm, causing it to groan—. Wait… you're bleeding!!
—No, you're not, let me see. —Mimic wrapped his tentacles around the platypus.—. Starline, I swear if you don't show me your wound right now…
Starline sighed, lifting his sleeve, revealing the bloody bandage to Mimic.
—That doesn't look good. —Mimic nodded—. Can I go now?
Mimic didn't let go, remaining absorbed, touching the texture of the wound and observing the occasional scar that caught his attention. They weren't fresh.
—Whisper has very sharp nails. —he said as if it were the most obvious thing.
—That's not what I mean. —Mimic pressed a specific scar.
—Oh. —Starline swatted at him—. No questions asked —He tucked his sleeve under his sleeve, hiding his scars again —. Just help me bandage it. I'm terrible at it.
—I don't doubt it, you're terrible at it.— he let go of her hand, but her tentacles were still attached.
—Ejem— Starline cleared her throat..
Mimic, coming to, loosened his grip on her tentacles.
—Let's change that before you bleed out.
🥭Well, I didn't expect this to be so long. But I enjoyed them.
I translated everything into English because I originally did it in Spanish. I hope it hasn't changed much.
Couple pronouns got mixed up in translation, but AAAAAAHHHHHHHH *(flips over table)* THIS IS WHAT WE NEED!!!!!
(Also, I love the girls gasping at realizing gay people are real /silly)
