(PFP is by groovanoli on X! Magicmonster my beloved...)
The door to the dilapidated building the killers called home slammed open, causing Harken to tense up. Artful walked through, not even bothering with pleasantries. He just went straight to his room and closed the door.
“GEEZ._WHAT’S_THAT_GUY’S_PROBLEM?” Killdroid snickered, to which Harken shot him a glare. Pursuer, who had been napping on an old couch prior to Artful’s return, stared at the door quietly.
“Hmm..”
…
Meanwhile, Artful flopped face-down onto his bed and screamed. Those miserable clowns just loved tormenting him, as did those idiots with the backwards ball caps. He just wanted to get some supplies! But noooo. Those fools beat the tar out of him and took them. It just wasn’t fair…
“YOU,_UH._WANT_SOME_FOOD?” A familiar voice called out.
“Go. Away.” Was Artful’s only response as he looked up from the pillow he was burying himself into. Makeup be damned. Badware shrugged and closed the door.
“GEEZ. JUST_CHECKING_ON_YOU. NO_NEED_TO_BE_A #### ABOUT_IT.”
Artful liked to say that he had a thick skin, but right now? Those words cut deep. And so when the other killers socialized and goofed off in the main room, he just laid on his bed. In the dark. All alone with his thoughts and his anger.
It was going to be a long night. Wasn’t it?
…
He didn’t know how long he was laying there. The sun had long set, and the others had gone quiet. But out of the blue, he swore he heard his door being pushed open.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
The familiar trotting of Pursuer. What on Robloxia was it doing in here? Artful was just about to roll over and pretend to not notice them when he felt something warm and soft brush up against his hand.
Was it…nuzzling him?
“You…okay?” It asked, sitting down at the side of his bed. “Seem…sad.”
“What? Oh, no. I’m quite alright.” He responds. Pursuer checking on his wellbeing was NOT on his bingo card for tonight.
“….”
Artful’s breathing hitched as he felt a clawed hand gently grab onto his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“You okay. I here.”
“I-“
“No talk. Just-“
Pursuer shifted, getting comfortable against the side of the bed. Nothing was stopping Artful from pulling away. Shooing Pursuer out of his room and just going to bed. But after a day like the one he just had?
He didn’t. And so he stayed there in silence. Hand intertwined with Pursuer’s as he stared at the ceiling.
Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.