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The smell of smoke was overwhelming, it bore an undertone of burnt sugar. Chixie sighs, it was her turn to perform. She was in the back, polishing her mask; getting ready. Her shoulders slump sadly, her face painted with somber. It was tiring for high-bloods to be constantly stealing her songs, getting away with it only because she's a rustie. Chixie jolts her head back as she sees a indigo walk in.
It was Zebruh, who, for some reason started complimenting her, even kissing the back of her hand. But he was trying way too hard, Chixie didn't want this man hanging around her at her show. She tells him to go back into the crowd at the some point, she needed to perform regardless. Putting on her mask and gripping the microphone, she goes on stage.
As she prepares to go on, she sees a cerulean girl start singing her song. Chixie wrote it. Not her. Yet here she was anyway, and the crowd seemed to be enjoying it. Worse yet, it was full of low-bloods like herself. Chixie holds back tears, though her eyes feel wet. She knew this was going to happen, but it still felt horrible anyway. Chixie goes around to get cherry-flavored red faygo, which tasted poorly but it also made her feel better. At least a little.
While she walks over to the closest bar that sold faygo, Zebruh tries to follow her trying to make small talk again. His hand drapes uncomfortably long around Chixie's shoulder again. She didn't know how to get him to turn away, he was awfully persistent. Funny enough, Zebruh hadn't even told Chixie his name yet. Seems like he forgot that, too. But he never let facts get in his way, after all. Not for low-bloods.
As Zebruh keeps floating around Chixie while she gets her drink to feel better about the entire ordeal, a certain purple clown walks up to her. Zebruh instantly freezes, it was Marvus. Zebruh had been stalking his Chittr for the past few cycles.
"yo wazzup buddyz" Marvus casually leans against his cane. Seeing Zebruh in the flesh was both amusing and pitiful. He didn't think his stalk-ish fan would be out in a bar, but here he was anyway.
"❤︎ Is it the Marvus Xoloto? ❤︎" Zebruh squirms in place excited, his gray skin blushing deep indigo blue. "hehe y bet buddy" Marvus decided to humor Zebruh for a few moments, after all he was amusing as much he found him annoying. Chixie only stares, shocked by another high-blood coming up to her. She tries to process this entire conversation while they talk.
"why dont y go buy my album" Marvus leans back, shifting his purple hat. "❤︎❤︎❤︎ I've already bought all of them Mr. Xoloto ❤︎❤︎❤︎" Zebruh rocks back and fourth in place gently, the eagerness made his blood rush to his head. This only entertained Marvus further, "ye but have u bought da new one ?" Marvus was lying, he had no new album, but it was fun to toy with him like this.
"❤︎ As you wish sir, but do add me on chittr sometimes maybe we could collab ❤︎" Zebruh gleams but walks away, his heartbeat was through the roof at this point. Marvus laughs as he watches him go away. He turns his attention to the rust-blood singer. Her outfit was the opposite of Marvus's, mirroring his style the other way around.
Marvus was grand, lavish, formal — expensive. Chixie wore a simple comfortable gray sweater with her rust-colored symbol on it, with white leg warmers that fit her.
"lol howz it shakein bakein" Marvus leans towards Chixie with his cane this time, still smiling through his sharp teeth. Chixie felt somewhat scared, he was a purple-blood, and a clown at that. (Literally)
"i / i / i" Chixie stutters failing to form words. She was still stunned by this entire exchange, with no idea how to even respond. Was she going to get culled? Or just killed outright by this clown for his own entertainment?
"ayo calm down my wikked sister" Marvus was amused by Chixie already, though not surprised. He was used to this sort of thing by now. "idk were lowbloods like urself get the idea im sum real bad guy," "killin lowbloods L & R 4 no good or fun raisin" Marvus smiles harder, if that even possible. Chixie couldn't tell if he was messing with her, some kind of cruel joke — or if there was even a undertone of genuineness in his words.
She guessed the first one was the most likely, but what other choice did she have then to humor this purple clown?
"i...dont think / i understand... / what are you saying?" Chixie nervously shifts in place, overwhelmed, she wanted to go to her hive already. Anywhere else.
"im sayin," "u down 4 a lil collab?" Marvus leans holds his cane this time, it pure black, tipped with a coat of purple. Chixie couldn't believe this. A high-blood famous rapper, asking to collab with a rustie who got all their songs stolen.
"what / why would you" Chixie raises her hands nervously as if to reassure herself and Marvus. "you / want to help me?"
"a lil show from da mask culd relly shake thingz up :O)" Marvus laughs, though Chixie gets whiplash from his words again. How did he know she was the mask? Who told him?
"you think im so gullible / id trust a highblood" Chixie fails to restrain herself from letting her built-up anger towards high-bloods come to the surface again, which she instantly regrets, though Marvus didn't seem to care.
"wall y dont u add me on chittr n we can chat abt it a lil bit later" Marvus looks down at Chixie, which wasn't hard since he was much taller then her.
"i...i'm gonna go then..."
Chixie steps outside the bar, no faygo in hand, she had gotten so caught up in these high-bloods bothering her all day she couldn't even rest. She feels her bronze tears touch her cheeks, as they fall down and stain her sweater. As she does so, she gets so unfocused with the present that Marvus's voice makes her jolt back in the bench she was sitting at.
"ay buddy u cant b cryin over shizz" Marvus stands over Chixie, still smiling as he did before. Chixie was tired from all this. Chixie gets up, as she does, Marvus laughs, though much to her surprise he hugs her even if it was more so to get a reaction.
Chixie feels herself lock in place, before she can even think of returning the embrace Marvus pulls away as quickly as he pulled her to him. "herez my chittr like i promised" Marvus hands her his handle, which was simply 'clownbae'. "(make sure 2 chekk out my link in my bio 4 merch btw)" Marvus sticks out his grey tongue, winking as he walks away. Chixie rolls her eyes, but knew she was going to end up talking to him again, sooner or later.