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If You Could Sit In a Barrel, Maybe I’ll Wait.

Summary:

Pest's encounters with poob.

Notes:

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Chapter 1: Day 1: The Day It Started.

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I can’t stand the pestering. He won’t leave me alone. Why won’t he just leave? He’s sweet, caring, kind, happy, everything that I’m not. I’m not any good for him.

Today, I ran into him in the elevator again. I was coming back from… Just going wherever. He was in there by the time i stepped back in. I didn’t notice until I heard his high pitched voice practically squealing my name, his hand waving at me frantically.

“Haiiiiiiii Pest!!!!!” He’d said to me.

“What do you want from me.” I replied, not looking at him, unable to bear the weight of my own feelings.

He doesn’t reply. What? He usually pries, usually does anything to get my attention, bothers me until I get fed up and leave, but this time… He didn’t

 

 

And then I heard sniffling.

 

I looked over and saw him, tears steadily streaming down his face, his head hung low. I approach him, reaching out to place my hand on his shoulder.

He flinched away, turning away and practically stuffing himself in the corner of the elevator.

“Poob—”

Before I could say anything else, the elevator door opened, Poob bolting out as soon as he hears the noise. I didn’t chase him.

 

誰が気にする... It’s not like we need each other, anyway.