Honesty is the Best Policy! {w/Rosy}

Chapter 25: Testing a Friendship

"Hey, Scourge! Slow down!" Honest was literally running at full speed after this guy and he didn't seem to notice her at all. He turned around just as the blond cat had reached him. She grabbed a handful of the leather fabric of his jacket and gulped in air. "I thought you said you were walking me to class, not running!" He just looked at her absentmindedly.

"Oh, sorry. I'm not used to... well... not running for my life all the time." Honest looked at him confusedly. He noticed and looked to the wall. "Anyway, I didn't say anything like that at all. I just wanted to talk with you out in the hallway, not walk anywhere."

"But if we don't at least start walking in that direction, we're gonna be late," Honest pointed out. Scourge sighed and started walking.

It was April 17th, 2019, and Honest and the rotten, regal pineapple shared their next class together. It was fifth period, and they both had art. It was in another building, so they didn't really have much time to hang around and talk.

"So what's up?" Honest truthfully didn't have any clue as to what sort of thing the king of air and empty space wanted to talk to her about. If that wasn't prime evidence to support the 'Honest isn't in complete control of everything and thus cannot, in any sense, predict the future' theory, then I have no idea what is.

"Rosy has been uncharacteristically quiet the past few days. Has something been going on?"
Oh. Right. The subject matter of this conversation was so obvious that it had completely slipped out of Honest's mind in order to avoid being considered at all. The namesake of this story, Rosy the Rascal, had been MIA for six chapters, and yet Honest hadn't even noticed until now. "Not only has she been extra quiet, but she's also been completely missing."

"Like, she hasn't been coming to school?" he asked, now deeply concerned.

Honest shrugged. "I don't know. How should I know? I'm almost completely blind unless I'm forming eloquent descriptions of stuff, you know. All I'm saying is that she hasn't been in the story for at least six chapters. The last time I saw her was when I spaced out while at a table in the lunchroom with her in chapter 19."

Scourge took the small bit of silence that followed to look somewhere far off in the distance and think, while also looking somewhat like a brain-dead zombie or something. Eventually he broke out of it with a strong puff of air. "Fine. This afternoon I'm going shoe-shopping with Manic at the mall. I've put it off this long while waiting for Rosy to settle down enough for me to go out in public. Afterwards, though, we're going to look for her," he said.

"And I can search around town for her in the meantime," Honest said somewhat flatly. She was obviously confused about something.

"What?" Scourge asked, looking and sounding as if he were severely thrown off by her odd expression.

"You just developed the plot for a chapter," Honest said, pointing at him.

He jumped out of the way as if she had just attempted to jab him with something sharp. "No I didn't! I just... you know... developed a plan for what we're going to do."

"Which is exactly what I do in order to plan out a chapter," Honest pointed out, this time not so literally.

"Are you so selfish now that you won't allow anyone else to help you out with your story's plot development?" he asked, taking Honest's reaction to mean something she hadn't intended.

"No of course not!" Honest exclaimed quickly, attempting to correct him before he made any further ill-informed assumptions like that. "I was just blown away by the idea that you could even do it." The viridian king did what she had intended for him to do and fixed himself before he could judge her falsely any more than he had already previously done.