Chapter XX: I Dislike You
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Poète swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out of his vest.
“Oh dear… you shouldn’t be here."
He mumbled.
“Please, Poe? For a friend?”65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM8bQBhe9J8
Poète laughed, rubbing his temples.
“I-I don’t… like you, ok?!”65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnWPbeKi3Z
Poète stammered.
“We aren’t friends! You left me when we were teenagers and then when I finally got my life together you ran into me, told me I lost the plot, and murdered my real friends!”65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu5edrDnonm
“Murdered?! They weren’t even alive in the first place! Besides, I said I was sorry.”
Fidèle snapped.
“They stayed when no-one else did.”65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR0vppFCrrV
“They never stayed if they were never there to begin with.”65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHNaqxa2e9J
“Then they never left either! Speaking of left you left me with a monster so you could go comfort that… that… clock man!”65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHPoKwHyZNu
Fidèle sputtered.
“C-Clock man?!”
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“Yes…!”
Poète announced hesitantly, crossing his arms.65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmA0o5SIRDv
“He was a sweet man!”
Fidèle cried defensively, jabbing a finger at his chest.
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“He was most certainly not!”
She hesitated for a moment.
“...He made… mistakes!”
“Oh dear, how dreadfully interesting it’s plural.”
Poète grinned, the salty twinge of sarcasm lacing through his voice as he leaned down to her level.
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She hissed.
She took a deep breath and tilted her head.
“Why is that?”65Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlqI1KOSkkX
She inquired with mock cheerfulness.
Poète’s wide smile twisted downward as he rolled his shoulders back.
“I dislike you, mon cher.”
He grumbled.
Fidèle raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.
“That’s a lie.”
Poète turned around and sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“I know… and it’s dreadfully exasperating.”
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