Lemon trees - ii au

What I ask of you

 Besides Taco and Mic gone, hotel OJ had been shockingly calm. No big incidents besides the typical chaos.

 Pickle and knife sat by the TV in the lobby, playing video games per usual. Nither of them said anything though. Not after the game over screen, not after they had won, there were just no words.

 Knife glanced over at him, pickle just looked focused, sure. But he had this way of seeming upset, as if his focus was to ignore his frustration.

"You...wanna talk about it?" Knife asked. Pausing the game and looking at him.

  Pickle shrugged, "whats there to talk about?" His tone coming off more as if he was saying he didn't want to talk about it. Knife just rolled his eyes.

"Pickle, somethings obviously bothering you. You know you can say something to me if you need." Pickle was almost surprised about how sympathetic he was being, usually his words of wisdom didn't come with a level of concern. Of course, he probably knew what he was thinking.

Pickle sighed, giving in. "I cant believe taco would do that and then just...leave. like, she was threatening me, almost lost her job, and then left. Just, how the hell do you come to the conclusion that thats the best thing to do?" He put down the controller and leaned back against the couch. "I'll be fine, im just pissed off right now."

Knife hummed, considering what he said. "It kind of makes sense though, shes always been one to hide."

Pickle chuckled slightly at his remark "yeah, its just...the least she could do is say sorry."

Knife shrugged "shes tried to, hasnt she? The letters and that stuff." He leaned against the armrest. "I mean, what would you say in response?"

Pickle thought for a moment. "I...Im not sure. I don't know if I could forgive her after all this."

Knife nodded. "Thats understandable. Why do you still want an apology then?"

"I dont know. I guess just closure would be good." Pickle said. "I need to look her in the face and tell her everything shes done to hurt me."

Fan walked in and sat on the floor nearby, opening his laptop. "Don't we all need to sometimes?" He sighed, opening a social media website.

Knife looked over to them, "didn't she hold you hostage?" He questioned as he raised an eyebrow. Fan crossed his arms, "yeah! And i still have a scar on my leg from when i fell through a tree trying to escape. Not to mention paintbrush and test tube still blame Microphone."

Pickle sighed "so i guess taco fucked us all over, didnt she?"

The room went quiet, as everyone silently agreed.

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For reasons of thr story and my sanity ii2 16-18 isnt part of the AU.

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