==> Polyta: Face Skokek
((i'm not dead i promise))
((here read a dumb thing))
You pace around you hive nervously. Although your date with Angelo went wonderfully despite your unwanted tagalongs, something still lingers in your mind.
Or rather, someone.
You can see him in your mind's eye. Skokek. That despicable, conniving - ugh, you hate him so much.
And now he was coming over.
After your date with Angelo ended, Skokek caught you as he was leaving with a perpetually-scowling Fracia. He told you he wanted to talk to you later, at your hive.
You foolishly accepted and now you were here.
A knock on the door announces his presence. Cicadamom hisses at the door, but you calm her.
You open the door and Skokek is leaning against the doorway, smug smirk on his face.
"Kesssner."
"Chenet." For a moment, you two just stand there.
"Well, aren't you going to invite me in, Kesssner? It'sss rather cold out here," he says, not dropping his smirk.
You glare at him. "Of-course. Come-in."
He steps in and examines your hive. You feel a little uncomfortable being in such close proximity with him.
"Thisss isss a nissse plassse you have here... Quite fitting for a tealblood sssuch asss yourssself," he remarks.
You roll your eyes at his spectrumist remark. "You're-only-one-caste-higher-than-me,-you-know," you retort.
"I'm ssstill higher than you, though."
Another glare. "And-yet-you're-still-here. All-right,-cut-the-banter. Why-did-you-disappear???"
Skokek sits down on your couch. Without asking, you mentally add.
"Curiousss, are we? Well, I'll tell you, then... The fact that I disssappeared right after our lassst altercasssion wasss... a coinsssidenssse. You know of your heir, yesss?" he asks.
"Unfortunately," you say, remembering the insufferable tyrian boy you had had to deal with. If it weren't for the fact that he would have culled you for disrespect, you would have told him exactly what you thought of him, highblood or not.
Skokok scowls. "I got myssself into a bit of trouble with hisss moirail. Ssshe and I had a little argument, and the next thing I know, Karossssss isss sssending people after me..."
You smirk. "It-doesn't-surprise-me-a-bit. You're-impossible-to-stand," I say.
"And yet, here you are..." he replies.
You frown at him. "I-hate-you,-you-know," I tell him.
"I'm aware, Kesssner. You made it quite... obviousss at our lassst match," Skokek tells me.
"And-what-about-you??? Do-you-hate-me???"
He stands up and crosses the room until he is but inches away from you. You consider drawing your gavel and fending him off, but there is something about the look in his eyes that tells you you're going to be just fine.
"... Yesss."
And then his lips are on yours.
