Bittybones Chapter 7: Pros at Cons (part 3)
The doors to the conference room finally opened, and my bittybones and I braved the surging (rude) crush of (smelly) human bodies to make sure we’d get a seat. A nervous-looking usher handed out programs explaining the different categories for the Blank bitty pageant: Organic, Non-organic, and Fashion. There would also be a question and answer segment afterwards featuring prominent Blank owners and experts. Excitement shot through me. I could ask about Buttons and his unusual circumstances!
I managed to secure a seat for us near the front and on the aisle, so we didn’t have to feel boxed in. We had an excellent view of the judges’ table (currently unoccupied) on our left, and the main stage front and center with soft natural light shining down on it from ceiling skylights.
Movement to the left caught my eye and I watch the three judges file in through a different doorway and take their seats at the table. I didn’t even need to see the name tags in front of them to identify Miss Fluffers. She wore a bunny-ear hoodie that obscured her face in shadow, and she’d brought her two Grand Champion Blank bittys, blue ribbons and all! The crowd collectively gasped at the mere sight of their well-known faces.
The original Kara blushed bright blue as the audience whispered and stared. His black feathers gleamed with iridescent midnight blue as they fluffed up against all of the watchful eyes. His wings curved elegantly from his back, and the feathers also formed a fluffy ruff around his neck and hood above his plumage-tipped tail. The markings on his small skull resembled little bird footprints, and I could hear soft “koo” sounds coming from behind the hands that had risen to hide his face.
(what a pussy!)
The other Blank bitty couldn’t have been more different. The name “Saika” decorated his extensive collection of ribbons, and he swam and twirled proudly in his fish bowl, showing off his silky blue, pink, and orange fins and flexible tail. Too orange and pink mottled ears topped his handsome orange-spotted features. The aquatic Blank radiated elegance and confidence.
(gaudy asshole)
I heard Red grumbling irritably near my ear. I turned to ask him what he was saying, but spotted him directing two tiny middle fingers at the two famous bittys. I had no idea what they’d done to anger him. Perhaps they’d accidentally glanced at him, breathed the communal air, or existed in the same general vicinity as him. I couldn’t be sure. Red isn’t exactly hard to piss off.
(they don’t have to do anything! they’re stuck up, arrogant bastards!)
(Jealous.)
(nothin’ to be jealous of)
(Momma was looking at them.)
(fuck you, Brassy)
I tried to enjoy the variety of Blank bittys on display in each pageant category, but every time a new bitty was brought forward, Red hissed angrily or made a snappish comment, distracting me. In the Organic category, ear, wings, tails, and extra appendages of all kinds abounded, and the Non-organic category featured Blanks who had taken on a robotic appearance. Even the Blanks who’d simply developed through fashion sense were breathtaking in sequins, ruffles, and resplendent colors, but Red didn’t enjoy even a second of it.
(i hated it)
I told Brassy to watch our seat, and ducked out into the hallway during the judging portion of the show. When I lifted Red from my shoulder and held him in front of my face, I could see unwanted tears escaping the corners of his sockets. His cheeks burned bright red in embarrassment at being caught crying.
(i was not crying!)
“What’s wrong, Red? If you had fur, it would’ve been standing on end!” I tried to make light of the situation and pretend I hadn’t noticed his tears, but my words were all wrong for the situation.
“Well I don’t have fur, and I’m never going to have fur... or feathers, or pretty colors, or any of those things!” he wailed, no longer able to hold back his emotions as tears poured from his sockets. “I’m just plain old me, and I’m no good! No wonder you want more bittys, better bittys!” His teeny frame shook as he sobbed, curled up in my hands.
“Shh.” I gave him a kiss on top of his miniature skull, and he looked at me, heartbroken. “I knew all about those other kind of bittybones, Red... and I chose you. That’s what makes you special to me. You’re the original. The one and only. My sweet, darling Red.”
He latched onto my thumb, clinging with his entire body, and I rubbed his itsy bitsy back as his trembling subsided. I waited until the competition ended, until I heard the sounds of the stage components being shoved out the way for the question and answer panel before we went back in to the conference room.
(this is... mostly... kind of... lies... probably...)
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