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This body was heavy.
Surge didn’t think she killed the guy, he was probably still alive, as even with the several knocks to the head and extreme electrocution, she thought she saw some eyelid movement. Probably. But alive or dead, she needed to hide him somewhere people wouldn’t find him right away before she made her escape…
Ah, over there. Sketchy back alley behind an Olive Garden. Perfect.
With a grunt that Starline would have told her was unbecoming and unladylike , she dragged her latest victim by the ankle into the greasy trash filled alley. She had just gotten him far enough in and was about to let go of the leg when her ear twitched at a noise coming from one of the cans, probably some animal. But no, looking closer, that was definitely a Mobian dumpster diving, why-
The Brown pigtailed Mobian jerked her head out of the dumpster and looked at Surge with cool blue eyes, so different from the tenrec’s own cobalt hue. Somehow, the green teen felt downright transfixed by that gaze.
“Hey, go diggin’ somewhere else!” The- was that a badger- said to Surge, and she didn’t waste a moment before diving back in and calling out in a raspy voice. “I got here first!”
The green mammal was so flabbergasted she couldn’t help but ask. “The hell you doin’?
“I’m searching for proof that they put trackers in their breadsticks.” She said as she rummaged through the garbage. “Also I’m looking for food to bring to my friend’s potluck, I wanted to be fancy.”
“Uh… aren’t ya scared of me?” Surge said as she awkwardly held the guy’s leg, she should just dump him and get this over with, this girl obviously had less sanity than Surge, somehow, so nobody would believe her if she said anything incriminating against Surge.
The Badger didn’t even glance up. “Why should I be?”
Surge was about to retort when-
“...Hey…” The guy who Surge beat earlier said, huh looked like he wasn’t dead after all. “...can I go home now…? Sorry…”
“Shut. Up!” And Surge sent a jolt of electricity through him, knocking him out once more, his head hitting the ground again with a dull thud, then she let go of the leg. She really needed to leave. Kit was waiting for her on the other side of town and she promised to pick him up dinner.
The Badger, whoever she was, did look up then, a banana peel comically hanging on her face. “Is he one of those secret government guys trying to steal children’s teddy bears so kids grow up into CEOs?”
Surge felt like she had just lost a couple brain cells from that sentence alone. “...Sure?”
The badger smiled wide then, and even with the day old grease and rotting banana on her, Surge thought she looked pretty- pretty weird, yeah, pretty weird.
“Nice, I love dropping government guys in Olive Garden alleys, helps get the message across without leavin’ em for dead, y’know?”
And Surge.
Surge’s heart fuckin' fluttered at that comment. A girl who didn’t give a shit about social conventions and also dumped bodies in back alleys? The badger was kinda adorable in her own way too…
Get it together Surge! The tenrec internally yelled at herself. She was just tired and needed a nap or something, that was all.
“A- ha! Half eaten lasagna! Jackpot!” the badger yelled then jumped out of the trash. “Couldn’t find any of those tracker thingymajigs, but that's probably because they’re watching me, you know them?”
It took a second for Surge to register that the Badger was talking to her, and when did the brown Mobian step closer to her? Shit, this girl was cute, and Surge felt a bout of lesbian panic bubble up.
Sweet Gaia below, take me now. She thought to herself, then mentally got her shit together. She was Surge the Tenrec, a nigh indestructible cyborg, she could handle some girl who digs through the trash, even though the girl’s midriff was showing, and she had a cute tail and-
Surge crossed her arms in a very cool way (because she was very cool) then snorted and leaned back so she was leaning against the wall of the alley, but in her endless dumbassery didn’t even think to make sure that there was a wall right behind her and instead fell right on her butt. Great, now she looked like the crazy one…
“Are you okay?” The badger crouched in front of her and- and it really should be illegal to be that pretty while smelling like a literal dumpster.
“It’s whatever, this place is lame,” Surge stood up and brushed herself off in a nonchalant I meant to do that way. “I’m leaving.”
“Oh, okay.” Was the brown Mobian sounding sad, or was it just Surge's imagination?
Either way, now Surge was pissed all over again, making herself look stupid in front of an interesting, if eccentric, girl. She turned away from the badger and started walking away. “Ugh, I’m just gonna go set a Chik-fil-A on fire, destress 'n all.”
The tenrec barely got out of the alley before the badger called out. “Hey, can I come with?”
Surge should tell her to piss off, she should tell her to set her own restaurant ablaze, Surge shouldn’t even dignify her with a response or look at her or think about her again. But Surge did look back, and she saw a girl looking at her with a wide grin and eyes that held the same kinda crazy as her, and fuck it, why not. She held her hand back towards the badger, and Surge should really get her name...
“It’s a date.”