good friends.

just… good friends.

split knew not to push bive further than that. the furball was nervous & jittery enough, accusing everyone that spoke to her of being a secret agent of the government & being out to get bive specifically for “knowing too much”.

however, split didn’t mind bive’s antics. rather, she found them somewhat.. endearing, even if poob did look at her differently whenever she mentioned this. she often just took to gazing at bive over diner tables or the occasional street passings.

she was friends with bive, sure, from what she could decipher—bive didn’t seem to be so outlandish about her beliefs of split’s intentions with this friendship as she was with the rest— but she couldn’t help but want something…

more.

early one morning, split was out on her morning walk. she was heading down the street of splitsville, down the road where she lived. she held a bouquet of roses in her hands, the least irritating sort of flower she could find in her town. the petals were practically velvet, so they couldn’t irritate bive’s sensitive senses, right?

anyway, she had a mission. she knew how often bive visited her town; presumably on a mission to find the origins of the fruit-based centaurs, from what she’d heard. apparently, this had become bive’s latest obsession after meeting split, & oddly enough, the centaur couldn’t be all the more flattered.

“hey, bivey!!” split called out to bive as she spotted the makeshift detective, the latter of whom was currently on all fours under a tree, seeming to inspect a small anthill with a magnifying glass.

split galloped over to bive with a wide grin, concealing the bouquet of roses behind her back as she drew to a stop next to bive.

“watcha doing there, hm? on another case?” split queries, adjusting her glasses atop her snout as she peered down at the anthill bive was only just scrutinising.