My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 12 - Conflict

~Nanners' POV~

The slight buzzing pain that has been sounding in my head for what seems like forever has subsided. That's the first thing I notice when I wake up, naturally raising my hand up to my head in a shock that the usual burning sensation is gone, fairly quickly as well. Well shit, I guess all I needed was a bit of Chilled and I'm healed after all. Glancing around at my side I feel my stomach drop and my heart skip a beat when I notice Chilled is no longer by my side. Well, he must have returned to his room after I fell asleep since I really did force him into staying with me longer than he had to. Still, I can't help but feel the sheets beside me, finding nothing there although I feel a lump of what feels like a small pillow. I ignore the small pillow and roll out of the bed, determined to find Chilled who is probably desperate to avoid me after last night. I need to make sure he didn't misunderstand and think it was just the fever talking.

Leaving the room I glance around, shocked to find everything was exactly the same as I had left it before attacking Chilled. Determined to find the man I begin to peek my head into every single room in my path but every single room is empty, left the same exact way it had been. Maybe he disappeared and I'll find him at the shop. Ze did say that Chilled disappeared from time to time at the most random times. As much as I hate the idea he decided to escape after last night I take it as my only lead as I slip into my coat and open the door to outside, hitting my face with a large wave of cold. Shivering, I cover myself and pull my coat closer to me, highly disliking the idea of having become sick the day after I just got over it. Maybe if I get sick again I'd just make an excuse to Chilled and attack him like that again. I grasp onto my chest at the thought of Chilled, a slight pain tingling in my chest. How...could he just run? I let go of my chest and continue walking. He had to have a reason of some sort. At least that's the only possible way I can keep myself thinking he really did accept what happened last night. The shop comes into sight soon and I feel only even more tense at its closeness.

"Is Chilled here?" I ask the moment I enter the shop only shocked to see the only one behind the counter being Gassy. Gassy seems just as shocked with my presence and glances over into another direction. I awkwardly glance around, searching for someone else who can calm the rising tension and yet out of all times the shop decides to be busy, it is not choosing now. Without anywhere else to really go I approach the counter and take the seat on the other side, practically a feature considering how often we sit in front of the counter.

"Chilled said you were sick. Are you feeling better?" Gassy asks awkwardly. I glance back up at him for a second and very momentarily I find a slight look of guilt in his eyes. Somehow I doubted he'd be guilty. I wouldn't, considering it was my own fault that I had been kicked out of the house.

"Yeah, Chilled helped me get better. Has he not come in today?" I ask, glancing around and hoping that Chilled were to just pop out of the back room like always with the same carefree attitude as always. Instead Gassy just shakes his head and we both retreat into an awkward silence once again, not a single person seeming to want to enter today and interuppt our "conversation" like they usually love to do.

"Why are you still trying?" Gassy suddenly asks making me hesitate and look to him, meeting his intense stare. "Why are you still trying to be such good friends with them and even look for him over here? You do realize they're no where near rich." I glance down, away from him and stare at the blank counter, my mind proccessing over the several things I can reply with.

"I thought you knew that I steal by what I think is interesting, not by worth. If it has actual value it's just a bonus. Plus, I really do like Chilled," I explain, obviously giving out hints about my feelings especially by only mentioning my liking towards Chilled in particular. Gassy stares at me with the same monotone stare as if he's challenging me, challenging my true feelings and intentions. One thing is very true, I have never intentionally meant to hurt Chilled in any way. Although I had been aware ripping that doll would, I hadn't really cared much about Chilled back in those days nor did I really have much self control when it comes to taking anything that interests me. With the sudden enviroment change I have realized that there are cops and camera everywhere, stealing is nearly impossible to get away with these days.