A Tale of Two Omegas

Chapter 14: I'll Show You Mine...

"No, P'Grace, I swear I'm telling the truth!" Gulf paced sporadically back and forth through the room, phone pressed insistently against his ear. "We were just sitting there, and then I thought I heard Mew say something, and I responded to it, but he's telling me he didn't actually say it out-loud! "

Mew watched from his seated position on the bed with dumbfounded intrigue, eyes following Gulf's swift movements and ears absorbing all of his distraught babblings. "Um... Gulf?" he began carefully. "Maybe you should take a second to calm down a little. It's not that big of a deal."

Gulf's lip twitched irritably at the suggestion, eyes narrowing on Mew. "Yeah? How about you use our newfound telepathic pathway to read my mind and tell me exactly what I think of that advice?"

Mew was pretty sure said 'telepathic pathway' wasn't under his voluntary control, but perhaps Gulf was sending a strong enough vibe of hostility his way to trigger it because right then, Mew heard a slurry of foreign thoughts invading his headspace. All of them crude and rather colorful.

Calm down?! When was the last time you've seen someone calm down after you told them to calm down? You can take your stupid fucking 'calm down' and shove it right up your ass—

"Aow," Mew tsked with an affronted pout in his lips. "So mean."

Gulf rolled his eyes and pointedly turned his back on Mew to continue his nervous pacing through the room.

"P'Grace, please tell me you know something about this. For the love of God, let at least one aspect of our relationship be normal," he said pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, Gulf, but I've never heard of anything like this happening before," Grace replied apologetically. "I already told Mew I would look into it. I promise I'll figure it out for you, but for now, just try to relax. I highly doubt there's anything dangerous or life-threatening about it, so... I suggest you two just try and get used to it in the meantime."

Gulf huffed a dissatisfied sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, okay, we'll get right on that."

"I really am sorry. I wish I could tell you more."

"It's fine, P'Grace. Thank you."

"Also, I hate to bring this up, but I can't really bring myself to talk to Mew right now, so I need you to give him a message for me. I was going to talk to him about it earlier, but the Assemblyman kinda crashed the party before I could get around to it," Grace said cryptically.

Gulf frowned, glancing briefly back toward Mew. "P'Grace, I know you're mad at him, but if it's important, you should probably talk to him directly."

"No, no, it's not too important. I just wanted to remind him that he's overdue for his confirmation scans. He's been putting them off for a while."

"Confirmation sc--? Oh... " Gulf tensed at the realization. "Right. I'll tell him." He looked back at Mew again to find him staring with confusion knitted into his brows, trying to decipher the conversation.

"What are you talking about?" Mew whispered, and Gulf soundlessly mouthed back 'tell you later.'

"Great, thank you," Grace said, sounding relieved that she wouldn't have to relay the information herself.

"Sure," Gulf replied, pausing thoughtfully before adding, "and, P'Grace, I hope you don't stay mad at him for too long. He does dumb shit sometimes, but it's because he believes it's the right thing to do or he thinks it's his only option. Could he have just asked you and Mild to step out of the room so he could talk to the Assemblyman without having to leave me? Yes. But, knowing him, he panicked and thought he didn't have any other choice but to leave. Believe me, though--" he made deliberate, stern eye-contact with Mew-- "I'm sure he won't make another mistake like it again."