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“he should’ve gone after me.”
bacon heard mapicc murmur under his breath for the nth time. mapicc’s brows were furrowed, grabbing another damp cotton ball to gently dab across the fresh scar bacon had on his chest.
“well that would’ve been stupid, wouldn’t it.” bacon replied, grimacing at the sting from the wound. it hurt to move much— a temporary effect from respawning— but bacon continued to sit up straight as mapicc tended to his wound. he saw mapicc’s eyes flicker up to his for a brief moment before going back to the scar, mapicc’s jaw clenched.
“still,” mapicc stressed. “i was the one that killed him. he should’ve gone after me, not you.” he tossed another bloodied cotton ball into the trash bin, standing up from his crouch.
“we both know why he didn’t: it’s easier to go after me.” bacon slowly stood up, wincing at the pain that came with it.
mapicc watched cautiously, his tail swishing from side-to-side. then, he sighed. “i know it’s just— dumb.” mapicc shook his head. “whatever, let’s get you geared up.”