My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 15 - Reunion

~Nanners' POV~

"Chilled? You finally home?" I tease him, making him immediately uneasy with the hidden bitterness in my voice. I'm honestly not very sure why I'm not freaking out at his random presence in front of the house, despite it being his house he seemed to be avoiding it an awful lot these past few days. Chilled stays silent, seeming at a loss for words, unable to react with his usual witty comments or immediate denials like I had been expecting to explode for him. Instead he just stands still, staring at me with some sort of awe-filled eyes as if he's been searching for me. Last I remember he ran in the opposite direction the moment he had seen me before.

"Are you alright? You looked sick the last time I saw you," I comment, stepping up towards him since he is clearly not moving. I pat his forehead, a bit surprised at how cold he is. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since he was clearly running around on the festival grounds but he has always been warm when I touch him. His hands were always warm, his face was always warm even in the snow he's always felt warm. Maybe he really is sick. Or maybe he's usually just always sick and it makes sense with his usual silly behavior. When I notice he's looking up to me with those big eyes practically tugging at me to pay more attention to him more than I already am, I sigh and pat his head before pulling out my keys slightly paying mind to Chilled's steps following me closely.

"What was with you during the festival? Ze and Pennington were searching for you," I note as I force the old door open and casually walk in directly towards the living room to flip on the television, a bit wary of the silence Chilled seems to be pulling us into. Glancing back I notice him holding onto the same pink bunny I must have dropped before sometime. What has he been doing, stalking me all day? As much as I should be furious at that I instead feel a bit better that he had been in some way around me all day even without us both noticing. Chilled notices my stare and holds out the bunny towards me. I smile and shake my head, refusing the bunny I hadn't really wanted much to begin with in the first place. Chilled glances around, setting the bunny down on the couch and despite this being his house he inches around nervously as if it's a stranger's house. Even if he has the mind set that it's my house he doesn't have to be so nervous. I sigh and lean on the couch, watching him carefully as he pulls off the weird coat he had been wearing and sits on the couch awkwardly.

""Chilled, you there buddy?" I ask knocking on his head making him freak out temporarily but looks at me and something changes in him, as if he's realized just why he's here to begin with. He shifts around on the couch and sits faces directly towards me.

"Nanners, I -... are you mad at me?" Chilled asks, surprising me a bit. All of this time I've been worried if he was ever mad at me or just the moment Ze will tell him. Why is he waiting so long to tell him?

"Of course not, why would I be mad besides the fact you chose Ze over me?" I ask, bringing up old things that I had previously been mad about. Of course I still feel irritated that he just chose to leave me so simply without even thinking about it much, I just got distracted with my irritation because of the fact Gassy told Ze about the whole ripping a doll thing which shouldn't be such a big deal. If someone ripped a teddy bear of mine I wouldn't be so angry as to have as much anger as Ze had the other day. Since Ze and Chilled both seemed to care equally about it as well I was afraid Chilled would react the same way. Chilled looks away from me the moment I mention it seeming guilty, so he really is guilty about it. Does that mean he regrets it?

"What the fuck so you are mad," Chilled snaps, still avoiding my gaze clearly not wanting to show that he really is feeling guilty. "You don't have to be, there's just particular reasons I had to go with Ze," Chilled mutters, glancing back at the television serving to be a distraction. I sigh and walk away from the room, tired from dealing with him. As much as I hate to admit it, if I hadn't met Chilled I doubt my life would be as difficult as it is now.  Thanks to his complicated nature and my own liking towards him I'm having all of these unnecessary troubles. So it's a joint effort on both of our parts, having these troubles enter our lived. At least, I'm assuming he's in some way having troubles because of my presence. Glancin gback towards the living room I see Chilled's head peeking over the top of the couch, staring at me cautiously while using the couch like a shield between us. So he really thought I was so angry at him.