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“ If anything happens, you know you can talk to me, right? I’m here for you. ” Clover fidgeted around with her hands, eyeing the boy with concern from across the room.
Suitcase nodded, letting out a firm, “Hm,” in agreement. This wouldn’t be the first time that Clover had done something like this. He averted his gaze away from the girl, shifting his focus onto one of the nearby plants OJ had picked up to supposedly, “liven up the place,” plus bomb was really into gardening at the moment.
Speaking of moments! Suitcase always found it difficult to break himself out of the situation he managed to get himself strung up in. With Clover across from him in the hallway, (or wherever else they’d meet) shouting whatever nonsense she came up with that was “bugging” her. In the moment Suitcase could come to terms with the fact that she was probably just paranoid about any possible rifts in their relationship and scared that they’d drift apart, but it eventually got to a point where she was constantly voicing her concerns any chance she’d get. It worried him. What was going through Clover’s head to make her worry about those things? What could’ve POSSIBLY been influencing her thoughts?
Coming back to Suitcase’s current position, he was awkwardly trying to make small talk in order to divert the attention of this conversation onto something else for the time being. He didn’t dislike reassuring her, but it grew tiring. The countless amount of times he’d have to assure his girlfriend that he wasn’t going anywhere just became too much! He wanted, no, needed some time for himself as well!
” You’re not taking me seriously, “ That sweet, familiar voice spoke up, “ Is everything alright, case? You’ve been acting rather…Strange, lately. You’ve been getting more and more difficult to put up with, and the distance between us has been getting!— “
” Bigger? I-I know. I-I’ve just been growing a little tir-tired, is all. “ Before Clover could even finish her sentence, she was curtly cut off by Suitcase’s agitated response. Normally, he wouldn’t just—snap at her like that! Perhaps she was being too pushy this time? From what she remembered, Nickel had told her to be more bold and direct if she wanted to be taken seriously. Of course, in this case, it didn’t seem to work. Too bold? No…Too forward…? Clover was left contemplating her approach as she watched as her boyfriend depart from the scene, turning away to walk back to what was, presumably, his room. She didn’t pay much attention to it, stuck up on the fact that her boyfriend had snapped at her just moments prior.
Knife raised an eyebrow at him, taking another swig of his drink before responding to suitcases complaint,
“You’re telling me that you ditched her? AS she was trying to bring attention to something that was bothering her for, let’s say, I dunno, maybe a few weeks or so. How does that exactly make you feel? ” Knife scoffed, pinching the bridges of his nose in disbelief while his eyes flew shut. He couldn’t believe that suitcase actually committed to, acting on something that was not only stupid, but harmful as well! Words couldn’t even begin to describe how frustrated Knife was becoming with Suitcase and his silly shenanigans. It was like babysitting a KID. Well—Maybe not so much…??
Obviously he wasn’t that childish. Suitcase still had morals and values and everything, heck, probably more than knife! So this definitely came as a shocker to him when informed about the news. Knife was so baffled, he didn’t even know what to do with suitcase at this point anymore…
Receiving no reply from the other, Knife groaned, opting to speak once more,
” Casey, listen, it’s not exactly…Easy? To maintain a relationship? “ Knife made a weird circle gesture with his hands, something he tends to do whenever unsure of how to deliver his sentences. “You’re gonna have to endure hardships along the way, but that doesn’t mean it has to be alone! You guys are in this together, You should be able to trust your partner with all your heart! Otherwise, you’ll just end up getting yourself hurt.” Knife jabbed a finger into suitcases chest, further emphasizing his point, which made suitcase jolt up. Was he dozing off or something? It was unusual for him to be so startled so suddenly. Was he having some sort of existential crisis again? Geez, still not over it I guess…
If suitcase didn’t sort things out soon, he’d be as good as DEAD!—Well, to clover at least. They’ve had this thing going on for like, what, 3 years by now? Maybe 4? However long—HE HAD TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS!
Knife had left him alone in the desolate room to be absorbed in his own thoughts and likely went off to go and play some stupid video games with pickle downstairs, so that was just great! Sure, Suitcase can do just fine thinking by himself, but whenever no one’s there with him, that uneasy feeling comes crawling back to him, ready to bite any given second! Okay, maybe he was over-exaggerating it a little tooooo much…But so what!!