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Frogsmile waited patiently outside Kier's den that definitely existed. His smile seemed to grow wider and wider by the minute, until every inch of his gums was left exposed to the cold night air. "Hello," he called out, "I'm Frogsmile." He was indeed Frogsmile. "Hello, are you in there? This is not a very good date. Please come outside, hello. I don't want to have to go in there, hello."
Kier’s smile fell as he exited his den and saw Frogsmile — but not too much, because frankly he frightened him and he didn’t want to make him angry by looking displeased to see him. He slowed to a reluctant stop, cursing the fact it was too late to turn around and hide back inside; he’d already seen him. “Ohhh…” he greeted unenthusiastically, trying to summon friendliness from the pit of his hesitancy, grinning widely like he was pained, like he was being shocked with tiny jolts by a cattle prod. “If it isn’t my… favourite Clan member. What… what’s on the schedule today… Frogsmile?” He wanted to wander his eyes about, wanted to catch someone’s gaze and silently threaten, urge, them to save him, but he didn’t dare look away from the Executioner.
"Hello, this is the start of our date," Frogsmile smiled. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers, badly torn and spattered with blood, from behind his back. He brandished it more like a weapon than a gift, then dumped it unceremoniously at Kier's paws. "I heard you are supposed to give friends flowers when you go on a date with them, hello. Please accept them or I will get uncontrollably angry. Hello."
“O-ho,” Kier laughed, his usually easy grin pulled back in a smiling, agonised wince as he looked down at the flowers. He was terrified. More than that, he was disgusted. “Well — thank you, Frog—Frogsmile. These are… They’re,” he touched them gingerly with his paw and bits of dried, wilted petals turned to dust and crumbled to the ground, “lovely. I’ll just put them in some water, shall I?” Offering him another smile and a pleading little laugh, like he was saying just a minute, he picked them up in his jaws just as gingerly, gagging and briefly closing his eyes, and then drew in a determined breath and stood, carrying them out of sight. As soon as Frogsmile could no longer see them, he spat them into his paw, frantically wiping his tongue with the back of his other one, and thrust them at the nearest cat, shattering the fragile bouquet against their chest. “Get RID of it,” he hissed, turning away. And then he suddenly whipped back around, panicked. “Somewhere private, where no one could stumble upon them. Yes?” Turning back around, he visibly deflated, his expression openly fearful. “Oh, lord,” he whimpered, ears flat against his head. He smoothed his chest fur like he was righting a bow-tie. “Oh, Janus.”
And then, plastering on his grin, he returned to Frogsmile. “Well…!” he announced cheerily. “Shall we? And…” He lowered his voice. “Maybe we shouldn’t call this a date, you know. Others in the Clan might,” his lips pulled back in an involuntary grimace, “might take it the wrong way.”
This all felt like Peachstar, in that he couldn’t fathom how he had gotten into this situation. Almost like the same divine hand controlled both Peachstar and Frogsmile, and Kier himself were just a monopoly piece being set down on a playing board with no memory of how he had gotten there or what the usual tyranny of NightClan was doing in his absence. But that, of course, was obscene. He was utterly real.
Sparklepaw was on his way to ask Kier if he wanted to try painting their claws again like the first time they'd met. He smiled when he spotted him from across camp. "Hey Kier," he said, padding up to him, "I was just wondering if--OKAYNEVERMIND," he stammered, running off with the ruined bouquet as fast as he could.
Frogsmile smiled blandly. "Hello, why does it matter what the others think?" he asked. "You could just kill them, hello. But it's okay, I just want you to enjoy yourself. Are you enjoying yourself? Hello?" His voice quivered suddenly; whether it was with nerves or with bare-suppressed rage was hard to distinguish, as Frogsmile expressed those emotions in much the same way.
Kier could have sworn he just saw Sparklepaw, but that couldn’t possibly have been true because biyuu still hadn’t added him to NightClan and he was, as far as he knew, somewhere out among the tattered, smouldering remnants of SunClan, likely alone and wandering around going ‘hello? Anyone here?’ because no one but Kier could tolerate him and they had all tiptoed away from the erupting volcano while he slept precisely to finally get away from him.
Weird, huh?
Kier was still giving Frogsmile that tight, grimacing grin, his brows drawn together in fear. He laughed, a little too loud and a little too strained. “Yes I—I suppose I could!” He laughed again, this time for too long, and then realised and suddenly stopped. These ‘are you enjoying yourself’ questions sounded far too intimate, and that was something he never wanted to imagine him and Frogsmile doing. That said, he was so starved of anyone asking him if he was alright, or giving him praise, that he almost broke down. “Well—“ His voice shook, but unlike Frogsmile’s, it was with the shakiness of someone sitting down unsteadily on a therapy couch, about to unburden themselves. “Well— no, not really.” A year’s worth of trauma was about to come out. And then Frogsmile’s last ‘hello?’ snapped him back again. “Oh, here? Yes— yes, I’m very much enjoying myself… here.”
