Bar Red's Redemption (Edited)

16: Tissues and Angry Twins

"Mum used to say we were the same soul split in two and walking around on four legs. It seems unnatural being born together and then dying apart."
―Melodie Ramone

I'm really tired (such a busy week) so there's not much to say, but I hope you guys enjoy. Obby makes his first appearance!

Chapter 16:
Tissues and Angry Twins

Twenty minutes after her initial severe stuttering, Clementine pulled away from Bar and wiped at her still glassy eyes-they were red and a little swollen, her face blotchy. By the way she ducked her head down and the familiar feeling in his chest when something like this happens to him, he knows she's embarrassed.

He hummed slightly, leaning to rest his head against hers for just a moment, hand coming up to gently grip the back of her rest, squeezing once.

They breathe together, for just a moment, one-two-three seconds, then stop.

The brute pulls back, hand dropping down to rest against his own body, giving her a moment to process things as he looks around the dark gym. Then, he dares a glance, eyes locking against her darker-than-usual minty ones.

He didn't like being in the dark.

And he didn't like that the little goddess still looked like she was about to cry. By the gods, has his little goddess had enough tears fall onto her cheeks in this life.

"C-can..." Clementine took a deep breath; he remained patient. "Can y-y-you, y-you call m-my-call my brot-brother, p-please?"

The stutter was still worse. Bar didn't miss that fact.

He didn't miss that, despite being upset, she was still polite.

"Of course, sweetheart." Bar didn't move away from her small body as he leaned over and pulled her phone out of where their bags were laying on the bleacher below them "Password?"

The little goddess put it in and he watched as she went to her favorites in her contacts and Obby il manichino was the first one.

Bar knew Obby was Obsidian, her twin, and that il manichino was Italian-as he was fluent in that language and Spanish-and meant 'the dummy'. Obby the dummy.

What a nice name to call her brother.

His girl clicked on the call button and handed the phone to him, he took it without complaint and raised it up in the air as he watched Clementine put it on speaker.

"Is Obsidian in a class that he'll answer his phone in?" Bar asked, shifting to a more comfortable position when she nodded and tucked her head back under his chin.

"You okay, Emy?" Obsidian asks, concern for his sister sprouting from a simple phone call. Not for the first time, he was thankful that his little goddess has a brother that cares about her as much as he cares about Gwen. "You don't usually call when I'm at lunch."

He's at lunch... he thought, relaxing just a little. So, he'll be able to help. That's good. He's not a dumb fuck like me and will know what to do.

"It's not Clementine. I'm her friend and extremely fucking worried. She can't really speak at the moment." Bar said, straight to the point. "I don't know what triggered it, but her stuttering got worse."

He usually wouldn't be so upset but the little goddess had started to cry and to him, that is an extremely plaguing sight to see.

It's like getting hot in the heart, but live long enough to see yourself bleed out,