My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 8 - Jobs

~Chilled's POV~

"You know, Chilled. Every once in a while you and Ze have the same sad expression around me. It makes me wonder if you guys have something you want to tell me," Gassy suddenly notes and I immediately jump and shake my head, laughing nervously while he just narrows his eyes towards me in suspicion. 

"What? What're you talking about? Maybe part of the reason is because you come back with all these friends and have shared nothing of what you've done while you were away?" I ask suddenly, making him tense up and shakes his head, laughing nervously just like I did a moment before.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I always talk about what we did as friends. Like the time Nanners - uh - stole Diction's - er - I dunno I can't remember the story well," Gassy says and shakes his head making me suddenly find suspicion where I hadn't even realized was there. I've never once found myself suspicious of Gassy of his past, but I guess there is a bit to be curious about and ask about yet Ze and I have been so preoccupied with our own problems we hadn't realized there is a possibility Gassy and them are hiding something as well. Everyone has their secrets I guess, it just happens to be that mine is hardly believable and almost seems like a disability.

"Sorry Chilled," Gassy suddenly says casually making me blink and actually look at him, his eyes pointed low seeming exhausted and tired more than anything. "Truth is our little group has been having a couple of things we've been keeping low regarding our past but trust me when I tell you that you don't need to know and that it is no longer relevant. If you have something you're hiding and it is still relevant to your well being today I'd really like to know about it but I'd understand if you didn't want to tell me, especially since I can't tell you about my own problem."

"God damn Gassy you know how to make a man feel guilt," I complain making Gassy laugh at my own pain. Holding my hand at my mouth I feel my guilt from not telling him real now, especially after he just had to become his usual dramatic self and admit that much when I wouldn't even admit I'm hiding something to begin with. 

"No it's cool man, no need to feel guilt. Unless there's reason to feel guilt, huh? You guilty there Chilled? You have something you're hiding?" Gassy slowly transitions into an interrogating voice and I just laugh and shake my head.

"No, totally not hiding anything."

"You hiding something, huh?" Gassy snaps again and I snap just as loudly. To be honest, these moments where we're talking about something so serious in such a playful manner really makes the mood a lot lighter than it needs to be. This is a part of the reason that Gassy has always been such a good friend and I've always wanted to hang out more with him. All of my friends really, and it makes me upset we don't all live near anymore and only communicate through the speaker of our computer through skype. At least I have Gassy here now added onto Ze, and even Tom is here momentarily and even helping out as weird as it feels. I just don't want to worry everybody with the silly problem of mine.

~Nanners' POV~

"And this is where we'll have the big stage in which we will be -" I blank out in the middle of Mrs. Pennington's speech and I'm pretty sure Tom is asleep with his eyes open acting as if he's paying attention. Glancing around I find half the town around us is staring at in, in particular me. Ever since I've come here I've noticed gossip and rumors spreading around faster and only growingly insane and untrue as time goes. I've overheard rumors coming from "they're all princes from another nation running away from becoming king" to "they all fell in love with the dolls from Chilled and Ze's and desired to work there and make a living there as well." How someone will make a living off of selling plushies I'm completely unsure of. Despite Chilled and Ze doing it I'm absolutely sure it's not what they intend to be doing in ten years. At least not without particular reasons tying them down to the shop, unable to go anywhere else.