Requested by: Miss_cumba
lore: idfk. It's short and weird anddddd yeah. I tried to make it longer but I was just like- wanting to play Mario kart .
What happens when you put two hyper cookies in a room? A lesbian standoff! (Assuming they're female...)
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"I've got you right where I want you, you little wheat thief!" Rye said, prepping her pistols. "Ye ain't getting away this time, punk."
Chili Pepper nonchalantly sipped her soda and rolled her eyes. "Wasn't it obvious? Plus, you gots' to admit that you loved me beforehand." She placed her hands on her hips and swayed them to one side.
Rye narrowed her eyes and scoffed. "Loved is a fuckin' stretch, sugar." It was clear she was bluffing, the slight tint of pink on her face being a dead giveaway.
"Mhm. You loved me. A bounty hunter loved their prime target. Ain't that kinda funny?" Chili Pepper laughed and took a loud sip of her drink. "Kinda liked you too. You ain't soooo bad."
Rye groaned. "I'm not boutta start fuckin' the one person I swore to defeat." She sighed. "But thanks for the compliment.." she whispered, seemingly to herself.
"Disappointing. A few folks I've met have said I was good... yet that was before I owned their gold" She winked, and lifted up her arm to reveal bracelets shinier than a store bought diamond. "C'mon, wouldn't it be exhilarating?"
"So you admit to wanting to fuck me? And you said it to my face?" Rye had put Chili in checkmate. She turned even redder than she already was, and couldn't get out a single word. "Exactly."
Chili Pepper sat down and placed her soda to the side. "How long am I gonna be held hostage?"
Rye placed her pistols back in their holders and kneeled. "What's got you upset all of the sudden?"
Chili Pepper crossed her legs and looked away, at one of the wanted posters depicting a goblin of sorts. She shrugged and let out a grunt of discomfort.
Rye sighed and sat in front of her. "Did I make you upset with what I said? I didn't mean to."
"It isn't easy being wanted. I can't have friends, I can't have shit besides the stuff I grab. And you can't steal a friend without buying 'em a drink first." Chili explained, glancing back at Rye. "And you were my friend. Now you aren't."
"Doesn't mean you gotta stay wanted. Clear your name, hell, I'll even help ya."
"There's no helping a criminal, Rye. I love you and all but you're way too overconfident in your abilities." Chili sighed. "I'd prefer if you just still hung with me, and looked the other way about all the shit I do. It's what I chose and I can't leave that."
Rye thought for a moment. The pros and the cons weighed the same. And then she decided. "I'll hang with ya'. Maybe we could even become more. But you gotta promise that you don't steal anything that would directly correlate to me. Got it?"
Chili Pepper lit up with excitement and pulled her into a big hug. "I got it!"
The two then decided on going back to Rye's for a little bit, mainly just to relax. It was kind of weird to Chili, considering she was trusted around a bunch of valuables. But she figured that she shouldn't break the trust, so nothing was stolen.
The house was a simple house; it was barely decorated and still had the furniture that it must've come with. Everything looked basic but it still had the same feeling any home would.
"Now what do we do?" Chili asked, sitting down and sighing loudly.
Rye shrugged and sat next to her. "I don't know. Maybe uh... watch a show?"
"Sure. Doesn't sound that bad. I'm sure you're a bit opposed fuckin' and stuff, right?"
"Don't go too ahead of yourself. I might just, you know... feel it later on." She winked teasingly.
"God, we are just one and the same, aren't we?" Chili joked, fist-bumping Rye. "I think we'll get along just fine!"
