#llm3 oc

[meltedhorror]

“So.... You ignore everyone you like?”

Sixten rested his arms on the table in front of him, leaning forwards and smirking at the magenta ghost sitting in front of him. Micke looked up with a puzzled expression, responding with a silent “Uh.... No?..”

“Hm, alright...” The radio ghost nodded, faking a serious expression “So only those you love then?”

Sixten couldn’t help but grin at the others sudden change on posture, as Micke turned from his normal pale shade to a deep purple, the blue flames around him intensifying for a few seconds. He had tensed up and looked as if he just wanted to disappear beneath the table, and he probably would’ve if given the chance.

“These things better be turned off!” The animator sputtered out as he somewhat aggressively pointed to the microphone closest to him, gaining a VERY amused smile from Sixten as he just calmly shook his head. “A- And I’m not ignoring anyone for that matter!”

“You suuuure about that? Come on! I KNOW you got something going for that director!”

“N- no! Absolutely not!”

“Final offer?”

“There’s nothing going on alright-”

“So if I toooold hi-”

“Don’t you dare say anything!” Micke interrupted, shooting up from his seat and leaning across the table, looming over Sixten. But despite trying to come off as intimidating, the lime spectre couldn’t help but laugh at the pure flustered state that he was in.

“Final offer it was! You DO like him!”

At this point the animator looked like he was in a mixture of shock and anger - which he probably was, but most of all embarrassed. Well shoot, he officially outed himself now.

He sunk back into his seat, bending against the table and letting his elbows rest on it, then hiding his tired looking face in his hands. He exhaled shakily, letting his tail curl up beneath him.

“... Alright.... Alright, alright, maybe... B- but so what?”

“So what? You should tell him, that’s what!”

Now staring up at a very smug Sixten with a look of pure terror, he frantically shook his head. “No! No! Nu-uh! Never! Nope!”

At this point it was Sixtens turn to float up from his seat energetically, pointing to Micke and with a look of his own of pure chaotic energy.

“I’m a ghost Micke! But I’m not blind OR deaf for that matter! I’ve SEEN how you swoon over the man! And not only once or twice, no no! YOU my friend are in LOVE! And you have been for a long time! Correct?”

“W- Well....” His face somehow darkened even more than before. He couldn’t get a single word out at this point, so he just shyly nodded in response.

“See? I knew I was right!”

“Wait, you only GUESSED?”

“Not entirely, but sure! I guessed~” Sixten grinned widely, resting his hands on his hips “But let me tell ya, you’re as easy to read as a book! Just as, I say! I just wanted you to say it outright!”

“Alright alright, that’s it...” Micke got up and floated back a bit, obviously having had enough of this conversation and looking even more of a mess than usual in this wildly flustered state, but before disappearing into the floor he got out a sharp “If any of this is recorded I’ll make sure you’ll have a not so fun time!”

“Whatever you say Micke, whatever you say~”