{Split POV this time !! Spive... Praying that Bive isn't OOC because C.AI has a hard time writing her dialogue -✒️}

[Inside of the elevator, Bive was head first into a notebook she had. Recently, amongst her many theories in her frazzled brain she was beginning to think of someone else.. Split. After assessing for the next 2 weeks that she was in fact NOT a spy drone sent by the government or the clown militia; she found that the wonderous fruit-tar never quite left her mind. Was it some sort of ploy by some higher ups to get her distracted from discovering the truth?! She thought so of course. She's been writing out her ideas for the past few days, what normal people would see as just a 'crush', she saw like a parasite.]

[Speak of the devil.. the elevator had opened and in came Split with her calm smile as always. She stood right next to Bive, however the hairball was so focused on her work she didn't even see her. It took Bive a few minutes to look up, in which Split waited patiently with her smile. Bive let out a scream and her notebook was tossed up, she quickly gathered herself]

"AH-- AHAH- SPLIT- HI- hello-..!!"

[She adjusted her glasses so they weren't askew on her face and grinned nervously with her wide, toothy smile. What a peculiar creature this ball of hair was..]