Psychotic · 2:25am Jan 28th, 2021
As time passed, Heath wasn’t exactly getting any better. He was still growling threateningly at those who even glanced at Bezier. And he didn’t seem too bothered by his own methods, either. He also seemed to have trouble noticing his hypothetical girlfriend’s own emotions.
Right now, they were at the donut shop. But today’s donut date was way different than any other they ever had. How, you may ask? Well, Heath was being extra possessive. He was sitting right next to Bezier in the booth, hoof around her and clutching her tightly by his side.
“Heath? You’re uh, squeezing a little too hard…”
Heath huffed and loosened up his grip. Not too long after though, he leaned forward and pressed his muzzle into his bug gf’s mane.
“...What are you doing now?”
He huffed in response.
“...Can you repeat that? I can’t understand you.”
“...hush…”
“...Why?”
He just gripped her tighter. “...too loud…”
She stared in confusion.
Heath looked like he was about to fall asleep or something. Bezier sighed heavily.
The male changeling gruffed for the fiftieth time that day, letting go of Bezier and turning the other direction with his hooves crossed.
What is up with him?
“...you haven’t been talking to Pharynx lately, have you?” Heath asked, slightly turning his head to look back at Bezier.
She swallowed. “No… why do you ask?”
“Be honest. Have you or have you not been talking to Pharynx lately?” He reiterated, an audible crack in his voice.
“Look, I’ve chatted with him a little, but—”
“I fucking knew it, god dammit…” Heath muttered to himself. “Why the hell is he still talking to you?!” He turned back to face Bez, glaring with anger.
“I don’t know! What is so bad about it?!”
“You don’t get it...you never get it, that’s the thing-” Heath flinched, snatching her closer. “You’re mine, okay?!”
She bit her lip, swallowing as sweat poured down her face.
Heath’s eyes widened and he pulled back, looking mortified. “Pharynx is right...I am psychotic…” Without a second of hesitation, he stumbled out of the booth (fell on the floor in the process) and fled the shop.
Well, who's gonna go after him this time?
Ouch. Well shit.
Welp, s**t.
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5443159
“Oof” doesn’t even begin to describe this.
5443160
Eenope
5443160
Like I said, s**t
5443160
Fan, meet shit.
Poor thing...
5443155
Me, as usual
5443180
I commend your patience for this.
5443186
Comes with being a mom. I don't actually mind anyway, I think I've always had this nurturing side, but since I don't have any siblings I've never used it
5443190
Consider yourself lucky. Having siblings are hell.
5443201
Well, I mean, does knowing the annoying girl that's the daughter of your dad's girlfriend count? Because we have to share a room when I'm at his house
5443202
I'd count it.
5443205
Okay
She doesn't count as someone I can be nurturing with though-she never listens to me
5443207
That's usually how siblings are. Unless told by a parent that you are in charge.
5443209
My dad and her mom don't usually bother doing that. They expect us to get along and leave us alone
5443212
Well, that shows how much they care.
5443215
They just want us to act like sisters
5443216
That makes sense, but if there is no input from either side then you'll both end up just tolerating each other rather than becoming close together.
5443217
I mean, our parents talk with us when we fight, and they've made it clear they want us to get along
5443218
Well, maybe she's just one of those people you don't vibe with. Maybe tolerating each other is the closest you two will ever get. Nobody can really do much about that.
5443220
Yeah, true. Thanks
5443222
Don't know for what, but your welcome?
5443225
For listening, and offering sympathy
5443230
Ah.
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Yeah
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...okay then.
5443341
Heheh...sorry...
5443341
I don't even know how that happened or how we ended up there so don't look at me.