Tears · 11:08pm Jan 24th, 2021
Bezier had never felt so dehydrated in her life.
She was currently walking down the streets on a dry, dry, Saturday night. It would’ve been a miracle if it had started raining right now.
Bezier looked up to see if she had jinxed it; unfortunately, she didn’t, so she just kept walking.
She stopped as soon as she came across a familiar cyan changeling sitting alone under a streetlight. Perhaps he could lend her a drink or two. Hopefully three. She was just that thirsty.
“Hey, Pharynx,” she greeted after sitting down.
He looked over. “Bez?”
“Just came to see if you had any drinks with ya. Maybe some water or something.”
Pharynx shook his head.
“Dang it. I hadn’t had a sip of anything since this morning.”
“That sucks. How’s Heath?” he murmured.
“He’s doing pretty good. Other than the occasional knife thing, he’s cool” Bezier answered. “I mean, come to think of it, being his hypothetical girlfriend isn’t such a bad experience. Sure, Heath slips up, but… he’s still a very supportive guy. I mean, I still—”
Bezier stopped when she saw Pharynx lowering his head and gritting his teeth, tears forming in his eyes. “...Pharynx?”
He didn’t respond; he just kept choking back sobs.
“Hey, I didn’t say anything wrong, did I…? Come on, buddy, talk to me.”
Pharynx still didn’t say anything as tears began running down his face. Bezier sighed, reaching a foreleg out. She only managed to wipe away a single drop when Pharynx turned his head away from her. Just why was he crying?
Her attention then turned to the drop on her forehoof, which appeared to glisten under the streetlight as it sat there.
Her throat felt as dry as an empty well the longer she stared at it. Maybe she could…
No. No way. It was just one drop.
But she was so damn thirsty!
But what if Pharynx saw?
That was highly unlikely; it was just one drop.
But it was a big drop. At least, it looked big to her.
But what if—
Ah, screw it. Bezier licked the tear right off her hoof.
It wasn’t really much, but it was… interesting. It was salty, but it also had a very distinct sweetness to it; the same sweetness that love had. It could’ve been because Pharynx was a reformed changeling, but maybe—
She hiccupped. Loudly.
Oh… that’s funny.
Pharynx turned around. “...Bez?”
Bezier looked back at him, trying to think and see straight. “...What?”
“You okay?”
She didn’t respond; she dizzily got up and stumbled forward, just barely catching herself. “Oh… oh man.”
“What?”
She hiccuped again. “Nothing. I-I feel kinda weird. I’ll… I’ll see ya later, Pharynx.” Bezier began drunkenly making her way down the street, which appeared to be spinning at a very slow pace while blinking random colors.
This is unorthodox.
Oh boy...she just drank a tear full of his unrequited love for her, didn't she?
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“...What?”
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...*Gives her mug of coffee* drink
Well, she probably won't need lunch now. And with all those pretty colors, I'm surprised she's running straight.
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“Why?”
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“I’m not.”
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Well, try not to run into a wall. And remember, left is right and right is left.
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To sober up. Drink it. Now. *shoves coffee mug into her hoof*
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