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Bleak,
The word simply molds onto the tongues that to those who are banished from the basement to wilt.
Bleak,
It's as stale as the food they could find,
As their eyes could meet nothing more but the grey concrete walls, stained and corroded.
Nothing more apart from themselves.
With his throat dry, he walked up to Eggson, and croaked,
“Here, Eggson”
Flyte lumps over a juicebox, his hand peeking past the cloak he veils all the time.
“Why, Thank you.” Eggson stretched his arms out of his bruised rocking chair to receive the drink from Flyte “You're always too kind for this old man.”
“Yeah, Of course Eggson, you always bring out the best in us. You're like a dad to us holiday toons.”
Flyte remarked, he gave a smile, it's each other that makes surviving for the holidays worth it.
They had each other,
even if there's nothing more to smell but that constraining oil pipes leaking its liquid,
Themselves were their home,
even if there's nothing more to hear but a muffled whirr from the computers and servers upstairs,
Together like a warm embrace,
even if there's nothing more to do, than to wait in silence until an opportunity presents a moment to shine.
Or so they thought,
For Flyte caught Cocoa hastily hopping tremendously towards Bobette,
And if he were to know something, it was that Cocoa only gets this excited when there's something interesting going on.
“You see that?” Flyte muttered to Eggson, sitting besides him, sharing the same view,
“Go on, chap!” Eggson laughed, “I know you well enough to act on your curiosity.”
He said, taking a drink of his juice, before relaxing deeper into the chair.
“Just tell me about it when you come back, alright?”
Flyte gives Eggson a nod, “Sure, talk to ya later,”
before bolting off towards Cocoa and Bobette,
During his time in the Basement, Flyte’s personality tends to change. His outgoing demeanor dissolves into one where he’s trapped in his mind, but not in a way that it worries himself. It’s this fact he keeps quiet in the basement most of the time, meddling with his thoughts, answering the strangest of questions. Afterall, what else were you meant to do when you’ve run out of stuff to chat about? Sometimes he loses track of what he’s doing because of his thoughts.
What could Cocoa be doing?
The question zooms by, as a thousand answers fill in a matter of seconds,
Answers that zoned him out and got him to bump into Bassie, Jogging on the way to the two toons as well.
“Ouch!” she remarks from the contact, tripping to the floor,
“Bass! I'm sorry! I was out of it again.” Flyte said, astonished, lending a hand down to Bassie as a gesture for his guilt.
“Haha… yeah, that's fine, as long as you're okay.” Bass followed up, grabbing onto Flyte's hand and feeling the force pulling her to her hands.
Bassie brushes off the pinprick sized pebbles that got caught onto her clothes, as Flyte answered his question again, but just to be sure…
“You noticed Cocoa’s behaviour?” Flyte questioned, as they took the stroll together,
“Ha… yeah, Cocoa’s easy to read.” Bassie said, fidgeting on her loops as she spoke,
Great! So she was going to find out what's going on. With that the two crept up closer into the conversation,
Bobette and Cocoa took notice, but they weren't bothered by the fact they were there, conversing like it was something that needed to be resolved;
“So! What do you think?” Cocoa said in a zip, whipping out a drawing, which was folded and clenched in her hand.
“It looks wonderful! But… realistically, we don't have that many toons to do it.” Bobbette's eyes bowed down, a face of concern painted itself of her.
“It's fine! I can guarantee one couple!”
“But the maximum will be two,”
“Why's that?”
Bobbette first fidgeted with her hands, it looked like she wanted to spit out hairballs. She eventually struck up her hand above her shoulders. Dazzling them with her sweater flowing down from her wrist like honey.
A noticeable visible blush washed over her face, as they all took notice of her fingers, one decorated with a golden ring.
“I'm engaged!” she exclaimed,
“What-!?” Bassie screamed out, taking the hit of the surprise to another level.
Bobette took notice, and smiled at her ‘enthusiasm’. “Dandy said once we're done being actors, we can run away and get married.”
Flyte and Cocoa were flabbergasted at this, perhaps they were too isolated to notice how close they gotten? Either way, Flyte still was confused on why this was brought up now,
“Hey Bobbette,” Flyte called out,
Bobette felt more reasonable to confirm with, she was seen as a leader in the basement. Her confidence, kindness and ability of initiative were all commendable.
“What have you been talking about?”
“Oh, you know, something to spice things up…” Bobette said slowly, starving Bassies and Flyte's curiosity, not before Cocoa came up to Flyte's ear and whispered,
“I proposed an event toon prom!” Flyte looked to see Cocoas smug face, her teeth grinning with ambition glinting through.
“Wha- but we won't have enough toons-” Flyte impulsively said, he blushed at the idea, his mind raced at the moment, causing him to blurt it out.
“Exactly what I said!” Bobette followed up, but Flyte's mind was still stuck in the idea, he was never initially interested in asking someone out, but now it's pushed onto him. It's almost burdening,
“Uhm- guys… mind letting me know?” Bassie shifted her hands to each other, fidgeting while wearing a face of sadness. It's her paranoia, she always feels everyone is better than her, perhaps they are? Either way, there isn't much she can do to yelp out for some attention.
“Yeah of course!” Cocoa said before coming close to Bassie, giggling the whole way and seeing through Bassies sadness like glass. Afterall, Bassie was good at hiding it,
Flyte watched as Cocoa whispered into Bassie's ear, but the thought distracts him, it perplexes him. Who does he like romantically here? Anyone? Perhaps Bassie, she's always so gentle and kind, so polite.
Then the thought was cut off by Bassie's loud scream, “What!?”
“Hehe- so uhm, will you?”
Cocoa replied, but not with a smug face like before, instead it's a face of uncertainty, maybe fear, but fear of what?
Soon enough, Bassie passed out,
Wow…
“Oh golly-!” Bobette reacted,
“What the hell did you say?” The events were so prominent that Flyte had to remark.
“Nothing! I just- I asked her out!” Cocoa blushed heavy, she didn't think she would make someone pass out from a proposal,
Bobbette snickered, it was gentle but it was quick, then quick enough to turn into full on laughing. Laughing so hard that she had to clamp her hands to her knees, it echoed pretty loudly, by now it's certain that all the toons in the basement were curious about the conversation.
“You know what? This is fun, I'll try and find a way to sneak out in order to ask dandy.” Bobbette responded, after wiping a tear of laughter off her eyes
“It'll be less awkward that way,”
“Great! That makes 3 couples!”
Cocoa remarked, before the two of them turn to look at Flyte,
Great, the Outlier,