(ART BY ziqwex ON PINTEREST) (Yes, his is angst. Yes, I am not a kind person.) Split was sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant. She was waiting for Bive to arrive. She had invited her yesterday when she entered the Regretevator, so where was she? She tried calling her radio signal but couldn't hear anything but static. She even dressed snazzy just for this event. She was still sitting at the table. Waiting. Did she forget or something? She couldn't have, could she? Did she... Purposefully not show up? Her silly smile slowly morphed into a concerned one, and the steady rhythm of her antenna bobbing turned erratic. She started twiddling her fingers, still waiting for her hopeful arrival.