{Bive POV!! I love Spiveee Spive brainrott gejghsg -✒️}

[There Split stood in the elevator, holding a bouquet of flowers in her pawed hands; roses and tulips, with a small amount of sunflowers scattered about. She wondered if she would like them..this 'she' being Bive. Bive was.. peculiar to say the least. Always spouting about some new conspiracy or some other nonsense, but Spilt was always drawn to her like a moth to flame. Bive was also quite drawn to the fruit-tar as well, but, tell her a million times and Split would always shrug it off.]

[Split, however, didn't have much time to reherse, for the elevator came to a stop and nobody else than Bive came through; head down fiddling with her hands, mumbling as per usual. Split swiftly hid the flowers behind her back, letting out a small 'eep!' which caught the nervous hairball's attention; her posture seemed to straighten upon seeing Split]

"Bivey! Am I glad to see you-!!..say...I-..got somethin for ya.."

[She lets out a small giggle, shifting her weight on both legs on her left and then her right; interchanging them like a seesaw. A slight darker yellow painted her face, extenuating her dark freckles.. was she blushing?]