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That Damn Mime (OCs)

     It was late at night on the little rooftop of the Star Bar. The moon hung in the sky as the twinkling stars shown into view as the sun set. The neon light of the bar kept the rooftop alight and the area surrounding it. There was a tinge of orange hanging in the air from the fresh citrus that sat in the soda bar below the two friends.
     Tank didn't make eye contact with his pal Miss Mime for the whole day they spent together. If he did, he quickly looked away and held himself back in a defensive position. He sat on the ledge staring down at the tips of his brown boots, rocking them back and forth. Nothing but the hum of the neon lights and clicking of glasses below made any noise.
     "Tank, is there something wrong?" Miss Mime broke the silence.
     Tank looked up, "What do you mean?"
     "The whole day it's felt like you've been ignoring me. Not necessarily ignoring, but I can see something is up."
     Tank looked to the side and frowned.
     "You can tell me if I did something wrong, Tank. I'm not going to be upset."
     "... Well it's not you," he mumbled, "but it's something like you."
     "What do you mean?"
     Tank twiddled his thumbs and looked back up at the black and white mime. "The last time I tried to be nice to a clown, er, mime. Clown mime thing- yknow what I mean."
     "Go on."
     "Well, the last time didn't end so well. I'm not saying you're going to be just like her, but I can't not see her when I look at you. I just get that same bad feeling when I met her when I see you now..."
     Miss Mime knew exactly which clashing mime he was talking about. Her crooked, twisted smile lurked in the minds of all those who've seen her and felt her betrayal. Raila was just another liar, but one who sought to ruin ones trust in humanity alike. Miss Mime gave Tank a reassuring look.
     "I mean I know you'd never do anything wrong, but it's just hard now, yknow.." Tank slumped his shoulders and sighed.
     "Well, I'm not her, Tank. I'll never be like her. Especially to you, Tank. You're my friend and I respect you." Miss Mime hadn't noticed Tank staring off at the moon. He had those distant, glazed eyes common with those dealing with Raila.
     Miss Mime put her hand on his shoulder.
     "It's alright, Tank."

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Writers note: who the hell keeps looking at this one specifically if I haven't already guessed.
If it's you know who you are, piss off it's been over a year.
If someone else, just why this story in particular lmao it's cringe now