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Taco finished up her job at the restaurant, which she wasn't good at but it gave her something to do other than lament. Time had felt like it was moving without her, ever since Mepad died, and things were still awkward, especially living in the same house as Microphone and Soap. She was getting better though, and no one knew that better than Microphone, which is why, after an hour of staring at the clock tick on, she immediately shot up as Microphone arrived home. “Hello Microphone, how was your day?” Her eyes remained locked on Microphone, her adoration for her poorly hidden, all as the tall girl walked from the door to the couch, before slumping down.
“Exhausting, I swear that job will be the death of me,” Microphone groaned out a response. Taco’s eyebrows perked up, digging in her pockets for her phone, before looking at Microphone.
“Well.. today is a special day, to me atleast,” Taco sat down next to Microphone, Microphone turning to face her, raising an eyebrow, “Do you know what today is?”
“Hm.. is today the day i left inanimate insanity 5 years ago?” She scratched her cheek as she pondered the shorter girl’s question.
“Five.. years?- oh yea, Mephone’s whole, freezing us shtick,” She rolled her eyes, “But no, though they are rather close in date, surprisingly.”
“Spit it out girl, what are you talking about?” Taco fidgeted with her fingers as she looked at Microphone nervously. Suddenly, she got an idea, she lifted herself from the couch, and wrapped herself up in a blanket.
“Hopefully this will give you the answer,” Microphone giggled at Taco’s antics. Taco wriggled around in the blanket, “All I want,” She popped out, the sight reminding Microphone of their first meeting, “Is to help!” Taco’s face formed a smile, a silly one, the whole moment reminding Taco of her lighthearted moments in season 1.
“Oh! It’s the day we met! Duh,” Microphone lightly facepalmed, feeling lightly flustered seeing Taco so playful.
“Exactly! And despite some- bumps along the way, we came out of it alive!” Taco moved to be next to Microphone on their couch.
“More like in spite of it,” Microphone’s words rang true for both of them. That entire point in their lives stretched them to their limits, and for Taco, metaphorically and literally broke her apart.
“Yes- well, I’ve thought about some things, and how I'd do them differently!” Taco took out a notepad she keeps with her, it helps with things at work but also helps her gather her often scattered thoughts.
“Oh really? Go on,” Microphone looked at Taco, shimmying in her seat to get a more comfortable position.
“I'd be more accepting of you, and your ideas, especially with the aliens, that was rash of me,” She wracked her mind, something that showed on her face was her nervousness, Microphone noticed this and reached to grab her hand. Taco quickly pulled her hand away, almost jumping out of her seat, “No! I haven't earned it yet.” This reaction confused Microphone deeply, making her slowly pull her own hand away, her worry showing but feeling so tense.
“Psht, earned it? What’s this about?” Microphone searched for an answer within Taco, but the girl just began mumbling, although Microphone had learned how to read her lips in the game. ‘You’d be my second’, ‘I wouldn't close myself off to you’ and ‘i’d listen’ were most of what she could make out.
“Mic?” Taco briefly paused her unconscious mumbling, “Are you listening?” It was as though she was completely unaware of what had just happened.
“Of course but Taco, what do you mean earned it?” Taco could make out the worried expression on Microphone’s face, cursing herself, this was meant to be a soft and happy moment for them, reflecting on their past troubles.
“I feel like, I haven’t done much good at being good,” Taco seemed to shrink before Microphone, the tall girl was good at reading people, and Taco was not looking for reassurance or comfort. She felt as though she wanted to disappear, to be in the background again like the second season.
“But, you haven't been bad have you?” Microphone moves closer to Taco, her hand landing on the shorter one’s hand. This causes Taco to look up at her, eyes glistening with tears, ready to burst. “No, no you haven't, and to me, that’s enough, you're not hiding anything either,” Microphone gently grabbed the other’s hand.
“This was meant to be a good day, to see how far I've come,” Taco chokes up a little, swallowing her fears, “But looking back at everything, I feel like I've done nothing but wallow in my own self pity.”
“But I see it, all the time I see you catching yourself, I see you caring about other’s thoughts, and I definitely know you care about mine,” Microphone looked down on Taco, she had a sudden urge to do something very stupid. The tall girl put her hand on Taco’s cheek, rubbing her thumb across the worried girl’s face.
“Youre just saying that,” Taco felt her heart flare up at the sudden touch, her cheeks reddening quickly.
“I’m not the kind of girl to tell a lie, not just to comfort you,” Microphone felt her heart race, they were so close, both in mind and body. Taco felt this too, she felt her entire face heat up, her lips began to visibly shake, her mind racing with so many thoughts.
Taco wouldn't say it, but every word that Microphone had just said had calmed her, and helped herself see just how much effort she put in. Even if just for now, she felt confident in herself again, and she forgot how good it felt.
“You’re too good for me,” Taco looked at Microphone, she felt almost dizzy, her mind clouded with impulsive thoughts. Microphone looked beautiful, even with her messy hair from work. her fingertips were calloused from practicing guitar, something which Taco felt as her hand rested on her face.
“I think you're too hard on yourself,” Microphone felt her lips hardly move, scared she might do something she’ll regret.
“If we’re saying what’s on our mind then, I think youre-” Taco was abruptly cut off as she felt Microphone’s lips meet hers for just a split moment. Taco’s face filled with red, her mind cutting off any thought she had, it had felt like a rock had hit her in the face. After a few moments and lots of silence, Microphone spoke up.
“I'm sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, that was wild, i wont do it again i promise,” Taco, filled with equal desire for the other girl, pulled Microphone into another kiss, this time both of them leaning into it. Taco’s hands found themselves on Microphone’s waist, and Microphone’s hands rested on Taco’s shoulders. Both of them pulled away, looking at the other through eyes of roses.
“I think you're beautiful,” Taco finished her earlier sentence, wiping her lips with her hand, “as beautiful as the stars in the sky.”
“You really mean that?” Microphone looked at Taco, her arms wrapping around the girl.
“I think so,” Taco softly giggled, the moment feeling too close and soft for what she’s used to. Taco didn't quite know what she thought, but she knew she thought a lot of Microphone.
“I think…” Microphone pondered her next words, her head still racing with thoughts. “I think.. I love you.”
And with that, Taco felt herself grow lightheaded, trying to control her breathing ended with shuddered breaths and shaking lips.
“I love you too.”