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Tenna's only comfort right now is the larger, fuzzy paws of his… What were they? as he lay on their chest.
It's been a month since Spamton had picked up that last phone call and disappeared from the public eye immediately after. Silver was nice, always there to comfort him as they are doing now. Tenna knows they never say it, but they miss spamton too. He tries to get Silver to open up to him about their feelings towards it all, but they deflect each time, or brush it off. It's familiar.
Tenna looks up at the white rabbit he's laying on. They look down at him, tilting their head curiously and trying to mask their sadness, but it leaks through the creases around their eyes.
“Could you… turn into him?” Silver freezes. They look like they're about to protest so Tenna clasps his hands together and gives them a teary-eyed, pleading look.
They sigh.
Their face starts to melt into a grey slime-like substance, the rest of them following suit. Within seconds, Spamton's face replaced Silver's, but that sad, concerned look didn't leave.
It was a familiar yet so unfamiliar face. Spamton hardly ever looked that concerned. The last time he had that look on his face, Tenna was trying to convince him about this new deal he had thought up. He was just trying to help them both! If spamton had shared his secret…
The hands resting on Tenna's back losses the fur for the soft white gloves Spamton used to wear, the softness of silver's red sweater trading places with Spamton's smooth red suit coat. Tears fell from Tenna's screen.
“You know this won't help…” Silver spoke in Spamton's too loud voice, with none of the volume. They usually copy him to a terrifying degree, but they put no effort in this time.
The unusually quiet and gentleness of His voice makes Tenna bury his face in the coat. The two hands half on his back becomes one hand over him. When Tenna doesn't respond, silver places a thumb gently on the back of his head.
Tenna can feel Silver shifting under him, literally. Their body moves like water in a balloon briefly before Tenna's face is in that soft sweater again.
The thumb feels like it gets bigger, just slightly, while pressed against the back of his head. Tenna can hear Silver sigh again from above him. He wishes there was something else in this room.
Why couldn't he have had a ticking clock or something? Something that makes noise so he isn't just wallowing in silence with his thoughts. Silver doesn't say anything to reassure him this time. There's nothing to reassure about.
Spamton's gone, that's just a fact. And neither he nor silver know why.
.
There's no way to tell how much time has passed while he has his face in Silver's sweater.
“You won't leave me… right?” Tenna slowly looks up, his face forming through the tears. Silver looks down at him, confusion and then a small smile coming across their face.
“There's nothing that could make me willingly leave you.” They close their eyes, staring down at him with what is usually a reassuring smile, but something about it is off this time.
“...why did you say it like that? Just tell me you won't leave me…” he hates how pathetic he sounds. Silver doesn't open their eyes but Tenna knows that's just visual and that they are looking at him.
“I never want to leave you.” Tenna's heart flutters, but his lack of eyes doesn't leave silver's closed ones.
They're hiding something. They're eyes are always closed when they're hiding something.
“youre not leaving me.” He frowns. Silver looks guilty.
“I'm not leaving you.” they don't open their eyes.
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“I'm not leaving you” my ass.
Three months have passed since Silver disappeared. Tenna walks away from his studio, travelling along the wooden boardwalk that runs through the purple cliffs. There's no guard rails, but that's okay because no one ever comes out here.
Except for Tenna. On days like this.
Once he's far enough away from his studio that he can't hear the loud music from the green room, he crouches down, sitting down on the edge of the walkway. He swings his legs over the side and leans back, staring at the dark purple hills rolling in the distance.
He's not sad, just upset. He finds himself like this more frequently lately.
With a sigh, Tenna pulls a wooden case out of the inside of his tailcoat. He flicks it open easily, pulling a cigar out. He doesn't have one very often, they're not easy to come by anymore. Tenna pulls his guillotine cutter out of his pocket, having only put it there for this reason, and cuts the top of the cap with practiced ease. He pulls the lighter out of his pocket, replacing it with the cutter.
Lighting a cigar always seemed to relax Tenna. It gave him something to focus on. He puffed the lit cigar.
It'd be better to forget them both.
He doesn't.