(Fame and Berlin are about 16, still somewhat immature)
It was a strange day, the wind had picked up exponentially from yesterday and the temperature seemed to drop rapidly, but that wasnât the worst. The worst was how bad of a mood Fame was in.
Berlin had seen Fame angry, sad, and dissociating. However the extreme agitation and anger practically radiating off of the spider-boy set red flags up everywhere in the goat-boyâs mind.
Berlin attempted to send a reassuring smile to his friend, âYou okay?â
âDo you want to talk about it?â
Instead of the usual rant, Berlin received a monotone, âNo.â
The goat-skeleton hybrid was slightly offset by his answer, knowing that Fame was an extremely blunt person and he rarely kept an opinion to himself. Unless-
âEras didnât let you braid her hairâ Berlin concluded
The bipedal spider stared at his friend, face showing his obvious annoyance
âOh my god-â Berlin let out a small chuckle, âThatâs hilarious!â
âShut upâ Fame hissed, sounding more like a snake than a spider
Despite the obvious warning Berlin continued teasing his friend, âOhoho, somebody canât handle a small rejectionâ
The purple skinned teen stared deep into the abyssal eyes that belonged to his best friend and held up one finger, the middle finger.
As a response to that, Berlin also lifted up his finger, mimicking his friend.
Another finger flew up on Fameâs opposite hand.
And yet again Berlin copied him.
âOh reallyâ the purple eyed teen smirked, right before slight shifting sounds filled the air
Berlin was used to the sound, he had seen his friend do it many times before, âson of a-â
Two arms sprung from Fameâs back both holding up the middle finger, âbeat that skele-broâ
âOh come on, thatâs not fair!â
âI bet you wished you were a spiderâ
The two stood in silence before Berlin pointed to his friends shirt, âyou ripped itâ
(Did I spend a load of time writing this. Yes. Why? I donât KNOW. I donât even know where this was going, I just kinda wrote. Characters are @friisans [I donât know how tagging exactly works and I kinda hope she doesnât see my terrible writing])