My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 14 - A Messy Festival

~Chilled's POV~

He hasn't called. He hasn't messaged. I feel like an abandoned puppy, abandoned by his owner after just getting the owner. The feeling: very lonely despite always having Ze message me worryingly I just ignore them and search for another message in particular. Without a single message I sigh and let the phone slide down to the floor and turn over outside the window. It's snowing. I love going outside when it's snowing usually. Pulling up my knees I stare outside emptily until I notice Ze walking back up to the door and excited for company I nearly get up but wince in a sudden pain and flinch back, falling back while shrinking in size, the sensation still hitting me with the same amount of pain as always. I watch Ze enter the house and turn in all directions until seeing me, smiling and patting my head before taking off his jacket and tossing it lazily towards the couch before falling onto the couch, seeming to be exhausted.

It's been a couple of weeks since the sickness started and as each day passes Ze is looking more and more excited. Usually we get a lot more business than usual this time of year but with the two of us it's always been handable. Whenever I ask him how he seems to be so exhausted when he has Gassy's help he just...doesn't answer. Because he's a douche. At least I'm assuming he's just pulling a douche move because the alternative, that he's hiding something from me, doesn't seem all that favorable to me. I'm getting better too, it's a slow process. A lot slower than Nanners apparently since Ze has explained to me that he's completely fine now, his sickness disappearing with just one night. Damn bastard just passed the sickness onto me, and I have more strings attached to being sick.

It doesn't take long for me to turn back, holding my knees just like I was when I had changed to a plushy. I find that the more I think about happy thoughts the faster it is to change back, though it could just be a coincidence and I'm actually just becoming better health-wise. It could also be the placebo effect, if I believe I think enough happy thoughts I'll turn back. Well at least it isn't some weird placebo effect that if I think about depressing shit I'll turn back, because it's a lot better to be back with happy thoughts in mind. Jumping off the small perch I approach Ze, laying down on the couch probably asleep at this point. One thing I've learned from living with Ze: the man can sleep. Another thing: don't be around him when he wakes up because he is a terrible morning person if he even wakes up. Backing off from Ze I begin to poke around, wondering if I can possibly find anything that may tell me what Ze is hiding from me.

After searching around I find a small paper within Ze's jacket I pull out in curiosity and widen my eyes in realization. Oh shit, the Winter Festival's soon. Is Nanners still helping? Are Nanners and I in a fight right now though? What is this moment in time in which he seems to think I'm angry at him which makes me think he's angry at me? Holy shit, is this a couples fight? I shake my head and smile sadly, of course it isn't. I want to go though. I sigh in annooyance when I remember I have one obstacle in my way from going, but it's one huge one: Ze. I'm not fully sick, but I'm definitely not fully better. If there's even the slightest chance I can change without my preparation Ze will not take the risk. That must be why he's keeping this away from me, because he doesn't want me to figure out and be interested enough to go. I glance back towards Ze, still fast asleep on the couch. Well, if he doesn't know I remembered about it I can still go without a big lecture because he didn't tell me not to go.

"Chilled," Ze calls out and I jump before glancing over at him. "What are you doing?" I glance down at my hands, typing away furiously at the keyboard.

"I was emailing Galm. He said he move here in the future as soon as he finishes up some things," I explain and Ze immediately strides over and leans down by the computer screen.

"Oh shit it's true. We'll have to throw him a welcome party or something," Ze comments, backing away and entering the kitchen. "Anyways, I won't be home until late. Will you be fine on your own?"