liittlemacâ:
For a moment, Mac was hopeful that his white lie was bought. But his assumption quickly came to crumble. Usually the shadow cast by his hoodie was enough to conceal most of his expression, but the summer heat wouldnât allow him to keep it on all day (not without passing out from heatstroke, anyway). His eyes narrow a little, brow twitching.
He fell silent, trying to keep himself together whilst his brain scrambled for a suitable answer. That obvious, huh? His eyes glanced briefly towards the ground, then back at Dark Pit. âWell, itâs hayfever.â Despite the fact he was insistent, his tone was much less forceful. Definitely the tone of someone that wasnât believing their own lies, nor was trying to.
He just wanted to keep this conversation as short and as sweet as possible, was that too much to ask? Having to explain just wasnât an option, constantly stuck between fight or flight in his current state- would he even care, anyway? âTrust me.â
  -- â. . .â
  -- âIâm-... not that gullible? Not to mention that was literally the worst lie I have ever heard in my entire life. Like. At least act like you believe your own bullshit.â
Dark Pit placed his hands on his hips, obviously unimpressed with the boxerâs attempt to end the conversation.
  -- âSeriously, whatâs up with you? Usually you donât act like... uh. This.â
He made a sweeping gesture towards Little Mac, seemingly referring to... just about everything. As aloof as he mightâve sounded, there was definitely an underlying tone of concern in the dark angelâs voice-...










