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Ocho kept his eyes glued to the ground, opening and closing hands as he felt his palms getting sweaty. Why was this so hard? It rehearsed this a thousand times...and he waas positive it would end well. He went to bed feeling so prepared! But now? With that red inkling he had somehow ended up catching feelings for standing right in front of him? God he was a nervous wreck!
"Hey. Sorry for asking you tos tay behind but...um...well, I know we never see eye to eye," He began, keeping their voice steady."And we have done some pretty nasty shit to each other in the past. Which, I apologize for." He was really swallowing his pride with this!!
"But...now, with the Hierarchy gone, without all this pressure to be better than each other," He finally looked up to meet 8-Bit's eyes. "I want us to start over. Have a clean slate." Now for the actual hard part. He took a deep breath to actually pop the question. "And maybe, if things go well...we could-"
He was interrupted by laughter. Ocho froze, his heart sinking. The same laugh 8-Bit used against other teams when he destroyed them in Turf War.
8-Bit lifted his head, hysterically laughing, and looking down at Ocho. A move that always irritated them. "Oh my god! You can't be serious!" 8-Bit laughed out, "You? Want to go out with me! Oh god, Ocho! You're really are pathetic!" His laughter had died down, his expression now looking angry. "What? Think after all the shit you've done to me I'll magically forgive you? That little bitch must've really gotten to you with all that friendship bullshit!"
Ocho's body was tense, hands fisted at his sides as 8-Bit kept berating him.
"You've ruined everything for me! All my hard work now down the drain beause of your weak ass ego! And now you have the audacity to LIKE me? And have hope that I'd return your feelings? You're sick." His words were laced with venom, years of built up resentment spilling out. "You're disgusting for this, y'know that? This is probably the first no you've ever heard in your life, huh? Trust fund baby who always got what he wanted. You took my position. You took my dignity. You humilated me and treated my like the shit underneath your shoes ever since we first met."
8-Bit started for the door, stopping when he got to Ocho. "You're so embarrassing, but a win's a win."