My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 6 - A Pact

~Nanners' POV~

I note Chilled sneaking away from the group as Sparklez talks happily with Ze and Gassy glares at me with full intent to lecture me about my thievery ways. Although I completely ignore the angry Gassy part I'm more worried how Chilled seemed to be feeling unwell when I saw him, I wonder if he got too cold yesterday and got sick. I know I really dislike this cold weather, I much prefer the heat of the desert but beggars can't be choosers I guess. This shop is always warm, not so much as physically but the people inside always speak with each other kindly and our group enjoys it here. Though I feel a bit sadder and colder when Chilled leaves looking in such a way, purposely leaving as we all talk to each other. 

"What's the matter with Chilled? He looked sick," I comment towards Ze the moment the other three get into their own conversation. Ze just sighs loudly and shakes his head, his clouded eyes obviously troubled by something. Just the look on his face makes me twitch a bit in jealousy, that he'd look so disturbed with a situation that deals with Chilled. While I've made Chilled my next target I do get a bit competitive and possessive. Though if Ze also seems perturbed with something should it mean maybe it's just the simple struggles of life like troubles with keeping the shop running? If that's the case I'm completely fine with it, partly because it means I can try to comfort Chilled later. 

"I don't know but he's just trying to put everything on himself right now." Ze glances over to me, his exhaustion fading as he seems to observe me carefully. "He's just going through a phase again. Maybe if someone else comes into his trust he'll be able to deal with it but for now I'm the only one who has to deal with his shit." I stare at the man, his subtle hints very clear in my mind unless it's just my hope that he's intending to tell me that I need to go and save Chilled. The thought of the almighty Ze whom I've considered my rival actually cheering me on at the moment brings lighter feelings to calm me down while I had been expecting this guy to sneak up behind my back and stab me, stealing Chilled away from me at any moment. 

"Nanners, you coming?" Gassy suddenly calls out, Diction and Sparklez at his side as they all seem to be heading to the door. Jumping over the counter I nod to Ze a farewell before following the other three outside the small shop. As soon as we stride in silence into another street Diction stops his walking and turns over to Sparklez and me, something I've suspected will happen soon anyways.

"When are you guys going to stop with this stealing bullshit?" Diction complains loudly enough so others near us glance over but continue on walking at a quicker pace. Gassy stops him from yelling any further and drags us all into a nearby alleyway where only the homeless cats can hear us. Sparklez looks to them with a challenging gaze while I just casually look around, my eyes searching for the adorable cats bound to be wandering around the alleyways.

"Seriously Nanners, Sparklez. We don't need to do that anymore. We're better than that now," Diction complains, still loudly enough to make Gassy annoyed and shush him loudly. I glance to the two of them and notice they both seem...different. Not a bad different but rather a good difference and I feel as if that's what will ruin things for Sparklez and me. They both seem much more lighter, relaxed and completely chill rather than the usual uptight and stressed selves, always worried over the next time they have to steal or at least where the next selling place will be in which we obtain our entire salary that gets us our food. Now that they're more relaxed and casually searching for jobs like normal people will usually do, it's as if their entire personalities have now changes according to their new lives. To be honest, I feel a bit jealous, still feeling the pressure of having to take something in order to be satisfied, even destroying an innocent plushie for my own selfish desires.

"I thought you guys said you wouldn't mind," Sparklez challenges and both of them hesitate, well aware they did say it was okay if we decided to continue. I glance over at Sparklez, a bit surprised he decided to stay in the business. Glancing back at Diction and Gassy, however, I find a pain of guilt in my chest when I find their eyes are nothing but worried for us. Of course they're worried. If we're caught we'd immediately be taken to jail and immediately counted guilty since we are clearly guilty. The thought of that day, the disappointment on Gassy's and Diction's faces, then I find myself thinking about the little Italian's sad face so entirely disappointed in me and the astonishment I even destroyed thei beloved mascot as well. It'll completely destroy any image of his regarding me being good or innocent I'm sure exists in him.