"you will call me either anti-douchebag or anti for short. i do not care which one," the blonde hedgehog replied, adjusting her black surgical gloves while maintaining eye contact.
"i assume you're new to my antics so i should spare you."
ANTI-DOUCHEBAG ꒰🫀꒱
His frown remained settled on his countenance, he moved himself back a few steps shyly. Fleetway was used to his brother who has a rather specific tone himself, but with people he's not used to, it makes him anxious.
"Oh. Heh." He's forcing laughter, though he didn't understand the joke.
✨️Daydream Fleetway✨️
"putting myself at risk is none of /your/ concern. . . . i suppose i should be flattered that /somebody/ cares enough to attempt to talk to me," the mortician mused, glancing at him with dull brown optics and speaking in her usual deadpan tone.
"i was mostly kidding. so . . . not to worry."
ANTI-DOUCHEBAG ꒰🫀꒱
Hearing her chuckle, a timid frown displayed on his countenance. Her reaction was one that had taken him off guard completely. A finger tapping against his chin being puzzled.
"But you said something that sounded like it would put you at risk of." The word dying was lowly, and hesitantly spoken.
✨️Daydream Fleetway✨️
a slight raise of an eyebrow. the blonde hedgehog felt a mixture of annoyance and amusement, a chuckle escaping. thankfully she didn't care enough to be upset.
"why would i be upset over an opinion. i don't think i said anything concerning," she replied with an eerie calmness.
ANTI-DOUCHEBAG ꒰🫀꒱
A small squeak involuntarily escapes him.
"I was ch-checking to see if you are okay. The way you were talking sounded...please please don't be upset." He waves his hands around, " Concerning?"
✨️Daydream Fleetway✨️
making DIRECT eye contact. she doesn't seem to care about what fleetway has to say or think. so she stares; features neutral and gaze sharp as always.
"what do you want."
ANTI-DOUCHEBAG ꒰🫀꒱
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✨️Daydream Fleetway✨️
i should operate on myself. . . .remove my own liver. . . . see what happens.
