||“What… are we?”
“Oh, no, no, no no. You are NOT asking that.”
“I’m… I’m asking. I’m asking, and I want an answer.”
“You answer it first. I’m not taking this again from another girl, I know what we are but what do YOU think.”
“That’s not my question to answer, Denny~”
“Don’t call me that when you’re acting like this.”
“Mmm~?”
The fly put his hands on the frigid maiden’s shoulders, pushing her away. His chest got hot, his wings twitched, and all of his eyes bulged uncomfortably.
“We’re… not anything. We’re coworkers, buddies, bros, hermanos, what the fuck do you mean by ‘what are we’? Are you going mad?”
“I… thought it was something a little special. You warm me up, I scratch that itch, it’s… isn’t it a little romantic?”
“Nothin’s romantic when you’re eyeing the other bug. You must be gross, going from roach to fly.”
The insult landed haphazardly, and the fly bit his tongue and slammed his palm to his forehead.
“Mm? Is there something wrong with liking both of you? Greg babe’s a sweetheart, he doesn’t mind what you and I have going on.”
“What we have… going on? Come on, Gregor’s my bro. I can’t do that to him.”
“Yeah, you know~”
“God… I don’t want to deal with this. You’re drunk, and saying you want to be my girlfriend or something? I’ve just been shagging you because I blew my chances with strawberry shortcake, and I was lonely.”
“That’s only if you want.”
“I– I don’t know what I want, and you’re confusing me more. I thought we agreed this wasn’t gonna BE anything, Rodya.”
The air got thinner and thinner, until the fly turned to the foggy window and leaned his forehead against it.”
“And if you want it to become something – if you, the most beautiful woman on this godforsaken bus, somehow fell for the likes of me – I’d rather you turn around and think about the person who’d want to see you heal. And what you’d be doing to him.”
“You already messed up the first time we agreed. We’re the same here. It’s okay, we don’t need to pretend to be pure. I went back on everything the first time I came to your room.”
“Stop deflecting...It’s not too late to do better, for both of us. Get out, talk to me in the morning. Let me know what you’re thinking, because I am NOT defining what we are while you’re half-dressed and drunk in my damn room.”
“Denny, please–”
“Get out. Before I throw you out.”||