Cabby's POV:
"Yeah!!! Uh, I haven't gone that far in the story yet.. but I am working on it!! Do you guys like it?" Bot asks, intently looking at the little group.
I nod and smile at them, "Yeah! I'd love to proofread for you once it's finalized!"
"It. was. AWESOME!!!!" Yang states, Yin just smiles.
Goo then turns to climb Bot a little, his squishy way of saying it's good. I giggle quietly, watching as Bot playfully tries to fight the squishy little guy. I glance around, my eyes catching on a certain spoon. Silver. He's sitting alone, his head down, curled in a ball. Is he alright? Maybe he's just.. upset that he lost. He seems unwell though! Hm.
"Uh, Cabs?" Bot asks, zooming right up to my face with their stretchy legs.
I roll back a little, "Ah, sorry. My eyes started wandering."
Bot follows my gaze, landing on the shell of a man we call Silver; "Ehw- what's up with him?"
"I don't know? Maybe I should.." I mutter, turning in Silver's direction.
Bot shrugs, "Eh, he's probably just butt-hurt he lost."
"I HATE THE SPOON! I HATE HIM!" Yang blurts, throwing a mini fit.
I blink back and laugh awkwardly. I should go check on him.
"I'll be right back." I state, heading over to the Sinkers' PixNix table.
I appear next to the man. Is he awake? I clear my throat to try and get his attention; he just sleepily repositions himself with a sigh. I go to tap his shoulder but jerk back- what the heck? There's a swollen bite on his right shoulder. It looks inflamed- oozing neon green? Peculiar- reminds me of his flame color? I pull out my entomology file and flip through. That's not a tick bite- it would still be in there. Mosquito? Probably not? Hm. I gently lift his arm to get a better look. Silver sleepily groans and wakes up. Oh right, this arm is attached to a sleeping Silver Spoon. Or, a former one.
"What are you up to?" Silver spits, pulling his arm back.
I blink back.
"Hey- woah woah, no need to get defensive! Just came to check on you; then I saw a nasty bite on you. I just wanted to check it out." I say, putting my hands up in defense.
Silver scoffs, returning back into his curled up position; "It was a.. lightning bug. Disgusting. It blinked its gross.. thorax.. at me."
"Abdomen." I mindlessly correct.
Silver grunts and spits back, "WHATEVER! It bit me! Why do you care?"
I scoff and throw my hands down, "Well, excuse me for caring! Silver, if you're still butt-hurt over losing, you need to get over it! I'm trying to help!"
Silver perks up and his tail flicks around; "ENOUGH! I am NOT!"
I roll my eyes as Silver seems to hold himself.
He snarls, "If you aren't going to help or give me advice on what to do with it, then just leave me be."
I stare down at him. Silver is looking away, looking quite angry. I thought he got better..
I sigh and reply, "Ice would numb the pain, and then wrap it in gauze. Also anti-itch cream would be good."
"Thanks." Silver mutters.
He turns to the table and mutters, "Ice."
It appears promptly and he tiredly holds it to his right shoulder. He lays back down over the table in a ball. I sigh and roll my eyes, returning back to Bot, YinYang, and Goo. The group seems to be just chatting now.
"Hi Cabs! What's up?" Bot asks, waving me over.
They are currently drawing with Goo and YinYang peering over their shoulders. I glance back to Silver, then to Bot.
"..I suppose he is still a little bit of a sore loser, as always.. I just, I dunno, thought we were close? I guess I shouldn't really trust him, I mean, what happened to Paintbrush.." I sigh, crossing my arms.
"EXPECTED! I HATE THAT SPOON! HATE, HATE, HATE!" Yang spits, slamming his fist down into the grass.
"OW! Hey!"
We all turn to the voice. Floory? When did he???
"Oh. Sorry, Floory." Yang sighs, lying down on the grass.
"What's up with him?" Floory asks, looking confused.
Goo nervously whispers, "Silver Spoon mention.."
"OOOOOOOOH. Yeah, uh, what's up with him? He snapped at me earlier. Kinda weird." Floory asks, glancing at the probably sleeping spoon.
I snap, "Butthurt. I think he's still a sore loser.."
Floory bites his lip, "Well, er, let's cut him some slack. He did have quite the.. experience.. during the finale. Maybe he's just tired."
"He snapped at me for trying to help him with a bug bite! It was ludicrous." I say.
Floory says nothing, just kinda looking confused. I shrug, looking a little hurt.
"Uh, don't think much of it, yeah? Maybe just leave him be." Floory bargains, looking nervous.
"Don't have to tell me twice.." I mutter, sighing and rubbing my hands.
Floory then promptly pops away.
What is wrong with him? He's never acted so sour to me like that! Gr. Maybe I should talk to Paintbrush later, or Candle. Actually no, I don't think Paintbrush ever forgave me. Which, fair, I don't blame them. They don't have to. I'll talk to one of them. Silver is acting too weird, even for him.
Silver Spoon's POV:
I pull myself up and scoff. Everything aches. My head is POUNDING! The burning sensation just has gotten worse. I cradle my shoulder and continue to hold the ice on it. Where should I go? I need to sleep. I'm just so exhausted. My eyes are sore too, I just want to close them and sleep. Sleeping at this table just has proved to be bothersome.
I start to wander towards the contestant rooms. I still haven't moved everything out, I probably need to soon. I don't know when we're heading back to OJ's hotel or something. I'm not interested. He's very estranged and distant. I don't want to stay with these people any longer, but it's really not an option for me. No matter, I just need to get my beauty sleep now.
I reach the complex and slowly open the door. I hope no one's here. I simply do not want to talk to anyone. I peek in. GAH. Of course. Paintbrush and Test Tube lounging in the, well, lounge. I groan and begrudgingly walk upstairs, not making eye contact with either of them. I hear Paintbrush distantly mutter something, not in the mood. I reach my room with my nameplate in cursive; I enter and slam the door, just to let them know I heard their snide little comment.
I throw my phone down on my bed and crawl into it. I probably should wrap my arm with gauze, but I simply cannot be bothered. I groan as I burrow into my covers. Everything aches and burns. I don't want this flame anymore! The harassment from it! Making me black out and giving me a burning sensation! The nerve! I angrily try to settle down and curl up around a pillow. I hug it close to try and forget the unforgiving ache from my flame, and not to mention my achy bite wound. I close my eyes and immediately feel like I am going to pass into sleep. I sigh and curl closer to the pillow as I feel myself drifting.
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