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“ I think I have a crush on her. ”
The words blurted out like a bullet from a pistol, effectively rendering everyone at the dinner table quiet from the declaration. Firefly was short of unaware, staring at her food with a sort of furrowed blankness.
Stelle kept on chewing her food, glancing at March who was midway squeezing the life out of the ketchup bottle. Himeko was halfway sipping her coffee and was now in a weird stalemate. Kafka reached out a finger to stabilize the cup or lest Himeko would spill the drink all over her favorite tablecloth.
And then they would have to deal with a tablecloth stained with an abomination of a coffee because only god knows whatever Himeko puts into her coffee. That thing was a death chemical incarnate.
“ Well, that’s one way to start a conversation. ” Dan Heng commented as a silent argument of hand slapping ensued between him and Silver Wolf over the last french fry. It’s like a hand fight between an overly obsessive rhythm game player and the guy who wrote 50k worth of words for a fruit punch review in less than 3 hours.
Welt set down his utensils, slightly pushing his cup to the side when a stray salt cellar flew by. He regarded Firefly with a smile, “ That’s a nice thing, Firefly. ”
All he gained was a loud thud as Firefly slammed her face right into the table. It’s amazing how her plate just disappears but guess that’s a good thing or else she would have gotten a free spa session. An unwanted free spa session but one nonetheless.
“ Ugh, no. She’s way over my league and I’m a loser. ” Firefly lamented, voice slightly muffled by the table. Silver Wolf and Dan Heng ended their silent argument by splitting the french fry in two, something Blade could not even comprehend why because he’s sure these people are the accumulation of kool aid, bananas and rocket engines thrown together into a washing machine.
God forgive him for not being able to answer the meaning of life when nobody answers why these people exist in the first place.
Firefly slowly looked up from her position, confused as to why no one was responding to her. They were just all staring at her. Himeko (finally) set down her coffee, smiling warmly at the girl.
“ What? You think we’re gonna disagree or something? ” Silver Wolf deadpanned, shamelessly reaching her fork to steal one of Firefly’s meatballs. The latter was too tired to stop her, especially when March squeezed the ketchup bottle too hard and now her plate looks as if the vampire was invited to dinner. And Firefly was pretty sure their neighbor was a vampire. Maybe they could invite her for dinner next week?
“ You’re kinda a loser, Firefly. ” Stelle remarked, ignoring Firefly's gaze of SAM™– short for Say (that) Again Motherfucker.
“ You’re not supposed to agree. ” Firefly groaned indignantly out of frustration. She huffed, looking away as an image of a certain Halovian popped up in her head.
“ I’m the opposition, not the government in today's This House Believes That Firefly Is Not A Loser. ”
Firefly opted to just throw her broccoli at Stelle while March shrieked at the appearance of the green alien landing next to her. The knight sent Dan Heng a weird look, who responded with that long, blank stare of his.
Firefly wondered if he was trying to burn her because that was supposed to be her job. Burning was what she was good at. Such as her enemies, the stupid fucking insects who can’t stop being a buzz- kill and the kitchen.
We don’t talk about the kitchen.
“ Let me guess, it’s Robin– isn’t it? ” Kafka spoke up, eyes twinkling with a sort of mirth. Firefly felt her face heat up at the mention of the cause of her internal laments.
Silver Wolf whistled, “ God, now I agree. She is way over your leagues. ”
Stelle hummed once more and Firefly had to give her best death stare to steer the former away from saying whatever was gonna come out of her mouth.
“ Well, are you good in bed? ” Blade questioned, like a rocket to the face. Everyone went quiet as they stared at the older man, whose focus was on Firefly.
“ I doubt Firefly can sleep for more than 6 hours. ” March chimed in, frowning at the abomination on her plate. When did this turn from a normal dinner to a wreckage house?
“ I can’t. ” Firefly made a sound that bordered a whine and a sigh. Blade nodded in response and nobody will know if that's the answer he was looking for.
“ How am I gonna do this? ” Firefly complained once more, thinking of soft wings and gleeful emerald eyes. She buried her face in her hand, swallowing down the urge to scream and giggle like a highschool girl when faced with her crush. God, it was more than a crush.
“ You don’t. ” Stelle answered, getting a head smack from March’s ketchup bottle. The former looked at her girlfriend in a short moment of aghast before everyone tuned out whatever horrendous things she said due to her destructive gay tendencies. How March even handled her was an entirely different question. Blade was sure they matched each others’ freak.
“ You just suffer. ” Dan Heng somehow agreed, staring intently at the last piece of red velvet cake. But he backed down immediately when Himeko caught his eyes with a sharp smile. Welt was already doing mental math.
“ Bold of you to assume I haven’t been suffering like the orphan I am when the last onion ring was stolen. ” Firefly answered in pure agony. When she thought of emerald eyes full of joy, that suffering tripled.
“ If you do confess to her, I’ll give you something. ” Kafka challenged, amusement in her eyes. Firefly stared at her pseudo-mother in confusion while Silver Wolf gestured wildly.
“ And that is? ”
Kafka took a long sip of her tea, the noise coming out like the Minecraft’s drinking sound effect.
“ You get paid. ”
March gasped, “ Capitalism. ” She whispered somewhat in horror.
Firefly slammed her head harder on the table.