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“What do you think of Hecker?”
Skittle-chan lets out a surprised gasp, blinking owlishly at him, before bursting out into nervous giggles. She tried to muffle them out unsuccessfully. Finally winding down, she leaned onto the counter with her head in her palms and a quirked eyebrow. “What brought this on, Beluga?”
Hecker from behind the screen started sweating. This wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting to be honest, yet there might still be hope for him. Cracking his knuckles, he tried to manoeuvre the situation into a profitable outcome. He could do this. He was awesome.
“All I’m asking is, do you find him cute or no?” Beluga’s voice came out slightly strangled, influenced by his less-than calm emotions. Skittle-chan picked up on it, hiding a smile behind her hand, before leaning next to his ear as though sharing a secret in kindergarten.
“I’m not sure… He’s pretty scary sometimes… ” Her eyes glaze over while looking to the side, as though stuck in a memory of some kind. Hecker notes this down mentally for later.
Beluga walks away abruptly, heading towards the exit. Behind him, the girl stares in confusion before hesitantly reaching for the now empty paper cup and placing it in the garbage.
“See you later I guess?”
Beluga took a deep breath of the afternoon air before walking in a random direction. Hecker isn’t actually sure of what else he could accomplish next with this body. Perhaps he could try and set him up for blackmail? Or maybe make him do some crimes?
While contemplating these thoughts while walking on autopilot, he bumps into another white-haired girl. Huh, it’s been a while since he’s seen this one.
“Pepper?” He gasps out.
Her wide crystal eyes captured his with their intensity, her whiskers twitching briefly. She pushes against his abdomen, sending Beluga onto the ground with a ‘oomf’. Seeming breathless, she starts backing away jaggedly, before full on sprinting.
Now this wouldn’t do. She has already grabbed Hecker’s interest and he is so incredibly curious. He pursues after her. Luckily, Beluga is rather tall and his quick pace manages to catch up to her lacking one.
Tapping her shoulder lightly, he tried to not startle her too bad. However he was unsuccessful considering she full-on flinched, her shoulder hitting the close alley-way wall. He winced, that must’ve hurt.
“Beluga what do you want-?” She hissed out, barely above a whisper while her eyes frantically looked around. Searching. Hecker could read fear in her body language, but also a type of desperation that he wouldn’t have normally associated with the girl. Matching with the same low tone, he comfortingly grasped her hands. “I’m just worried. Are you ok?”
There’s a frenzied gleam in her eye before she’s clawing out of his grip, sharp nails marking Beluga’s arms with thin wounds. He internally prepares an apology for later and holds her shoulders eyes, trapping her between his arms. Tears are gleaming in the corner of her eyes, before her taut body shouts: “I’m not supposed to talk right now!”
There’s a pause. A heavy silence reigns between the two, trapping them in a silent bubble. Only to be broken by footsteps coming from the opposite side of the hallway, the dark side.
“You are correct, my dear Kitten!”
A few feet away stood Lester. One of the most putrid people Hecker was unfortunately aware of.