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Sonar found Malevola already sitting on the roof of SoFi stadium when he arrived, seemingly early for the first time ever. He landed next to her, accidentally hitting Malevola with his wing. He transformed back into his 'normal' self and laughed.
"Sorry, Mave" he chuckled, affection seeping into his usually monotone or sarcastic tone, reserved only for his best friend. Malevola just rolled her eyes, rubbing her cheek, disgruntled but not angry.
"What did you want to talk about, dude?" she asked simply, trying to get Sonar to open up. He had a difficult time opening up to her at the start but he now trusts her, and so does she with him.
"Let me get comfortable" Sonar replied, laying down on the roof, resting his head in Malevola's lap, and her hand instantly went to his furry head, rubbing small circles. Sonar adjusts his suit underneath him for a while, with small grunts and Malevola looks away, awkwardly, taking in the view of Inglewood from up here. He finally stops and rests his head back in her lap, and Malevola continues her head rubs.
"So...?" Malevola asked again, wanting Sonar to be comfortable around her. In return, Sonar tensed up, and stammered "W- Well..."
Malevola's hand found the sensitive part of Sonar's head as she gave him head rubs and Sonar instantly loosened up. He's been holding in this secret for a while now, so this comfort was sorely needed. He snuggled closer to Malevola's hand, and let out a sigh.
"So what did you wanna tell me?" Malevola prompted, tucking a stray hair of hers behind her ear. She already knew what Sonar was going to say - she could read him like a book - but she didn't want to force it out. Sonar looked away from her, shyly and laughed quietly to himself.
"I kinda like someone" he admitted, and loosens his tie. He was glad he was mostly hair because he'd be bright red at this point. Under his confident self, he's a really shy and reserved guy.
Malevola smirks, and keeps rubbing Sonar's head.
"Is it Robert?" Sonar takes a deep breath and coughs.
"H- How'd you know?" he spluttered and Malevola laughs loudly at him.
"You didn't think it was obvious?"
"No! I thought I was being discrete"
"You've been staring at him constantly for the past week"
"Hmmph" Sonar grunted, crossing his arms. He's thoroughly embarrassed.
"Do you think he knows?" he asks, worried that Robert already does. He's sure that Robert is straight and even if he was bisexual, there was no way Robert was into half-bat people. Malevola hesitates but answers honestly.
"Yeah, probably, sorry mate" she admits. "He's noticed you staring, for sure. Not sure if he thinks you like him, or that you're just a creep"
Sonar frowns and asks "He thinks I'm a creep?" His voice is shaky, genuinely upset at the thought.
"Nah, I was just joking, cheer up" Malevola boops his nose, and Sonar quickly slaps her hand away, mumbling "Fuck off"
A long pause ensued, and Sonar finally asks.
"Should I even try asking him out? Like I know he's not into me"
Malevola keeps rubbing his head, now behind his ears. She grins.
"Are you sure about that? I'm sure he likes you more than Invisiabitch"
Sonar scoffs. "Of course he likes me more than that perv. I'm still a normal person"
Malevola opens her mouth and closes it again.
"You wanted to say something?" asks Sonar, a cheeky smile on his face
"Well... you're half-bat. I wouldn't call you normal" Malevola teases him and Sonar elbows her.
"You're from Hell, let's not get cocky" he retorts.
Sonar tilts his head, looking down onto the view of Inglewood. There are a few drunk businessmen stumbling across the stadium's entry plaza but it's generally peaceful - as peaceful as it gets in Central LA gets, at least. A large banner hanging from a lamp post flutters in the breeze, stating that Beyoncé performed last night. Sonar rests his head on Malevola's shoulders.
"I think I'll ask him out"
Ariana Grande - Thinking 'Bout You
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