Ice Scream/WATGBS one-shots (REQUESTS OPEN)

🖤 Old × Orca!Reader (That loser?) - Part Two 🖤

Requested by @rinasciita

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"Old... What do you have here?"

"... What?".

"There, on the neck".

Old hoped to be able to control his facial expressions. "Ah... it's a cut I got the other day".

"But how, Old? Did you fight anyone?".

Old remained silent.

"Come on, Old, you don't need to be embarrassed like that, I like guys who throw themselves into fights, hahah! The violent ones, let's say...".

Old continued to remain silent, his gaze lost on the ceiling. It was no longer the ceiling of the previous night, but it brought the same result, it made him nervous just like the ceiling of his own house.

His 'friend' had snuggled up by his side, and was slowly caressing his chest. Her fingers ran delicately over his recent wound, and then traced the mark of his muscles.

Old was totally distracted.

He was smoking. It wasn't entirely unusual for him in particularly intimate moments, but it was already the second cig in a row. His head felt lighter, but that underlying brooding remained, like an annoying noise, a sort of brainworm he couldn't get rid of.

The girl leaned close to his ear, "Hey, Old..." she whispered, "Do you want another round...?"

"No," Old simply said.

"But we never see each other these days..."

"Don't bother me."

"You seem distracted, my dear, what's wrong?"

"I'm not distracted at all, you're wrong," he replied.

"But I can see it clearly, Old, don't lie to me..."

"Stop it, you're annoying," he replied, and started to get up.

"No, no, Old, stay here a little longer, I'll shut up, I swear, but you stay here a little longer..."

"I don't want to be with you anymore."

"But..."

Old had already sat down on the bed and was looking for his shirt.

"But, Old, you told me..."

"I need to go for a walk. Now shut up."

"...Can I come with you?"

Old snorted. He said nothing else.

He got dressed, and in a moment he was out of her house, walking with a firm step.

She decided to follow him anyway. After all, he hadn't expressly objected, had he? So she thought he might need some company.

Old walked ahead of her at a steady, brisk pace. He lit another cigarette, even though he normally hated the smell of tobacco, but today was not a normal day.

The shark girl continued to follow him, watching him from afar, saddened, wanting to console him in some way, and unable to understand how he could have refused a second round. She couldn't help but remember how he had sought her attention at all costs in the past, how he had even been insistent to win her interest. She was considered by everyone to be one of the most fascinating sharks ever to have been around. In short, how could he back out of such an offer? It was really strange, and in the end, she couldn't help but assume that there was someone else. Not that it would have been a particular problem in theory, as they were nothing official, but it irritated her that this other woman could steal Old's thoughts and distract him to such an extent. She rushed, grabbed him by the shoulder, "Old, are you seeing someone else?"