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“Whuh?! Meddy! You can’t be serious, what do you mean you’re on team Dove?!” Subspace spat, incredulous at the doctor.
“Crows are native to Blackrock, you know how I feel about that, dear.” Medkit averted his eye. He also didn’t like how crows always looked eager to poke out his only good eye.
“But- but we were gonna be on the same phestival team! We always are!!” Subspace whined.
“We have never been on the same Phestival team, Subspace.” Medkit deadpanned. Whenever Subspace picked a phestival team, Medkit had previously always made it a point to oppose him, whether he’d wanted to be on the team with Subspace or not. This time, however, it was his own conscious decision.
“You’re joking.” Subspace almost laughed. “No way you’re joining the doves. Who’s even on team Dove anyways?!”
“Many people. Boombox. Slingshot. Vine Staff.”
“You’re always picking her over me!!” Subspace whined. “You’re nicer to her than me! At this point, it might as well be an affair!! She’s even pink, like me, I bet you only chose me because I look-”
“ And, I’ll stop you right there. Subspace, you have opposed me multiple times during phestivals. Now isn’t any different. I’m not leaving you for Vine Staff or having an affair with her.” Medkit sighed. “It’s not even an affair. We’re not even married.” he mumbled under his breath. This wasn’t unnoticed by Subspace.
“You don’t even remember our wedding!? You’re so sick!! I can’t believe I- I ever loved you! I should’ve known not to ever trust a traitor!” Subspace cried, weeping crocodile tears. Medkit softened at the sight, though he knew Subspace was just trying to manipulate him. He’d fall head over heels for the inventor, again and again.
“My absolutely lovely partner Subspace. There was no wedding.” Medkit stifled the urge to say ‘yet’. “There is no affair. You are going to be on a different team from me for a while. The world is not ending. I am not dying, you are not dying.” Medkit facepalmed.
“Really, Meddy?”
“Really, Subspace.”
“Join my team!” the inventor crowed.
“Now, why would I do that? I like Love Doves. They’re sweet.” Medkit replied, not taking him seriously anymore.
“Are you saying they’re sweeter than I am?!” Subspace gasped, a fake exclamation crafted to seem genuine. Medkit picked up on it, well aware of Subspace’s tactics.
“I was not saying that. They are, though.” Medkit chuckled under his breath, watching the other support only get more upset.
“You doves are so cruel! Love Doves are so sweet- you idiots aren’t!!” Subspace hissed.
“Subspace, maybe you could join us .” Medkit offered.
“The idea you even suggested I do such a thing is absolutely preposterous!! I am loyal to my team!!”
“More loyal to them than me? Oh, I’m wounded . You hurt me, Subspace.” It was Medkit’s turn to feign distraught. Subspace actually seemed to buy it.
“Medddyyy… Didn’t mean to… I’m more loyal to you than to anyone else!!!”
“Join my team then.” Medkit offered again.
“ You join me .” Subspace retorted.
“Fine then. Guess we’ll both stay on different teams. Good luck on that phestival.” Medkit cooed tauntingly.
“You too, Meddy!!” Subspace crowed.
Medkit walked away, sealing the deal. He was looking forward to this phestival. His phone beeped in his pocket, and he picked it up and began to scan the notification.
SS: We’re still on for dinner tonight, right?!
MK: Yes.