𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

13 - [D] Dissemble

D I S S E M B L E
verb [dih-sem-buhl]

To conceal one's true motives, thoughts, etc., by some pretense; speak or act hypocritically.

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You kicked the pebbles on the ground and stomped in every puddle you stumbled upon. You were infuriated, but like every time you assume that he has a logical excuse.

You stopped suddenly, digging into your bag and taking out your phone, that almost slipped and fell out of your hands. It's 10:36 PM, way past the time he had committed to.

You dialed his number and waited for him to pick up. To your least surprise, he didn't answer the phone, making you far more frustrated than you already were.

This is the third time that you and Dennis had planned a non-depressing evening out and that it was completely unsuccessful. He either had come late or forgotten the timing or date, or entirely forgot that you had a planned outing.

He is attentive and observant, he is crazy for cleanliness and symmetry and you know that he's extremely organized. Something's up with him... It's bugging you dearly.

"This is Dennis, leave a message," His voicemail instructed and you rolled your eyes.

"Hi 'stranger'! Call me back when you decide to stop being an ass!" You mocked then ended the call.

You spotted a diner, with a flickering sign saying 'Bob's Burgers and Brisket' and smiled slightly. You licked your lips then walked towards it, swinging the door opening once you reached.

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You knocked on the door a couple of times and waited silently for it to open it when it didn't, you jiggled the handle. To your surprise, it was unlocked.

You pushed it to open slowly and you peeked inside. It was dark and gloomy, with no sign of anyone living inside. You huffed then squinted your eyes so that they would adjust to the dark.

"DENNIS?!" You yelled out to know if he was home, "For the love of... I'm going to scold him." You've told him on various occasions to switch on the lights, make some coffee and open the windows. It's an evening routine you complete and he himself offered to take care of it in the first place. Well, that was old Dennis anyways... the one you were sure loved you.

You started walking down the hallway and-

CLICK!

You turned back and stared at the main door blankly. Dennis stepped inside cautiously and you rolled your eyes. "Where were you?" You questioned, without greeting him first.

"I um..."

You paused then rushed to the door and locked it, "You didn't lock the door Denny! Someone could have robbed our house!"

"I'm... sorry," He answered flatly then continued to walk to the kitchen, taking out a cloth from his pocket and cleaning his hands before opening the refrigerator.

You crossed your arms and squinted your eyes at him. He didn't say another word about his whereabouts or about how he was feeling.

You raised your eyebrows and rubbed your face, "You forgot about our date tonight, Dennis. This is the third time and I'm starting to feel a little suspicious."

You noticed Dennis discreetly tense up and you felt far more confused than you were at the start. "I was busy completing  some work commitments," He responded.