Journey of the Heart ~ Clownzy

Fishy Antics (14)

~ Clown ~

It was 03:00 AM.

Clown Pierce had been lying under the covers of his bed for what felt like hours. Darkness had shrouded his room in various hues of blues and greys, blurring the lines between the objects around him. His legs were restless; he tossed and he turned as he tried to take slow, regulated breaths but sleep would not welcome him. While his eyes were heavy and drowsiness was pulling at the edges of his consciousness, his mind was racing. The usefulness of his thoughts had dwindled long ago, his mind now still churning through the dark well into the middle of the night.

What had Branzy meant by saying he felt as if Clown was replacing him with Lefu?

He flipped his pillow to the cold side.

Where had he gotten that idea from? He stared blankly at the ceiling, the roof above his head seemed so dark that he might aswell have been falling through the void. Yes, he knew that Branzy didn't like Lefu, that much was obvious, but he couldn't piece together how Branzy had come to that conclusion.

Was he missing out on something obvious?

Frustrated, he slammed his fist lightly onto his mattress. No, he didn't think so.

Thoughts flooded through his brain in no particular order, allowing him no piece of mind. Eventually, the fragments of thoughts swirling inside of his brain strung together, forming one notion. Kicking the blanket off of his feet, Clown shot straight up.

He had an idea.

He clambered messily out of his bed and started to pace around his room. It wasn't like he was going to be able to fall asleep anytime soon anyway. Clown started to mutter to himself under his breath.

Could his plan work out?

~ Branzy ~

Branzy awoke to the gentle chirping of birds outside of his window. By now a bright light had seeped into the room, pushing away any previous negativity. Clown's words echoed through his head causing the ghost of a smile to be etched onto his face. Contentment festered inside of him for the first time in a few days; he had a feeling it was going to be a good day.

And yet, he couldn't bring himself to get up. His eyes still felt heavy; his covers far too warm compared to the freezing outside world; his bed so comfortable that he would rather stay here all day. But he knew he shouldn't. He internally groaned, if he stayed here any longer he knew he would succumb to sleep yet again.

It took all of his mental willpower to get up. Sluggishly crawling out of bed, he dragged himself down the hallway. Almost instantly, he was hit with the aroma of cooking food - breakfast.

He ambled into the kitchen, stifling a yawn. Clown was at the stove stacking pancakes onto two plates. The Jester turned around at the sound of footsteps, "Hey, you're up early..." He smiled softly at his friend, "I made pancakes for us!"

Whether this gesture was intended to make him feel better or not, whether Clown was feeling guilty for something that wasn't his fault, the thoughtfulness of this small act warmed Branzy's heart, made it flutter. He loved pancakes, who didn't like pancakes?

Branzy shuffled past him, pulled out a chair and sat down. "Thanks." He propped his head up onto his hands. "Look at you making pancakes!" He giggled as he remembered the time Clown had tried to make them and dramatically failed.

Clown looked him up and down. "Hey, leave my pancakes alone, they were perfectly fine!"

They most defenitely weren't. Last time, Clown had been far too agressive when mixing the batter and had overmixed it. The thought of those pancakes made Branzy shudder - they tasted rubbery and the texture still scarred him to this day.